Shrooms shared with strangers.
Rebellious young woman, aboard a technicolor bus.
Trees are blue.
Tasting colors and seeing sounds.
Voices come to Melanie like the droning of adults on Charlie Brown cartoons.
Wah, wah, wah, wah….
Thought there’d be free love.
No such thing.
Everything has a price.
Even sex without that word.
Wanted to be enlightened; intellectual.
Have to get off this bus now.
To go home.
Covered in grime from days with strangers.
Will a hot shower remove the dirt?
Of past, present, future?
Melanie exits the bus.
Extends thumb, to begin her journey home.
100 words/Genre: General Fiction
Thank you Rochelle Wisoff-Fields for hosting Friday Fictioneers. Please be sure to go to her page and read the stories from other writers. We are a rather eclectic group. I welcome kudos and criticism. Bring it on!