I passed a bus in York today. Its lighted sign said, ‘Not in Service’, of course it did.
On freaky Friday’s things, just aren’t that simple and today is a very freaky Friday.
The bus you see was full of folk’s. Tourists, shoppers, workers and only I could see them it’s the truth. All anyone else could see was the empty bus.
I saw it though I know the truth, a never-ending ghost service eternally circling this ancient town filled with the lost and bereft. Ticket-less souls who got on the bus never to reach their destination.