100 words exercise: public bus

*Sorry this is a little late, I was at a water polo tournament all weekend.

We were alone on the bus so late it was early. There were other people who got on and then off again a few stops later, the crackhead with the ripped garbage bag wrapped around his head in a turban, the fat black woman with her ankles pinched into practical shoes and her apron still on, and a couple gay men wandering home from the Castro; but we were alone. He held my hand and when we stepped off into the night the driver winked at me. My laughter echoed down the empty boulevard. We were the only people in the city.