The 3_30 A.M. Bus_ Ride With the Dead

The prince of New York crashed into my late-night bus and knocked out my teeth. He said he would repay me—with his life.

I drove the late-night bus that runs only once a month, departing at exactly 3:30 a.m. No exceptions.

The time was unusual, the location was unusual and the passengers were… strange. I’ve never seen their faces.

The old driver who trained me told me not to ask questions. If I did happen to find something out, I was supposed to pretend I didn’t know.

Tonight, as always, the bus departed right on schedule.