The Distant Joke
The bus broke down on the interstate. Not with a scream or a fire, but with a shudder. A mechanical sigh. We were stuck in the gray void of the Kansas plains, miles from the nearest town. The engine died. The heater died. The silence was absolute. I watched the snow begin to fall. It was heavy. Wet. It clung to the glass. I looked at my hands. They were trembling. Not from the cold. From the...
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