Choices (pt.1 by somedayi.net)
The air inside the Greyhound bus was thick with the smell of urine, garlic, and baby powder. Immediately, Jessy wished he had chosen a different one. He just didn’t have time. Thugs were hot on his heels and the quick decision probably saved his life.
The driver told him the bus was headed for Enid. Where ever the hell that is, it’s gotta be a long way from the Atlantic City boardwalk. Jessy had promised himself a thousand times, “Someday, I will find a safe place and stop running… some place I can start a new life”. Maybe Enid would be that place. He had begun to think that this bus could have been a good choice after all.
But, that was 11 hours ago. The two black sedans that forced the bus off the road came to a stop. Jessy’s stomach turned at the sight of well-tailored men stepping out of the cars. It couldn’t be Lansky’s guys! There was no way they knew which bus he boarded. Cops? Just as bad. Cops, gangsters, it’s hard to tell the difference these days.
Jessy nervously glanced toward the duffle bag at his feet, slightly nudging it under the seat. The knot in his stomach grew. His hands began to sweat. The group of men neared the bus door, reaching inside their coats as they approached.
(to be continued… by the next storyteller)