| General Flash Fiction posted August 21, 2019 |
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Being a conductress was harrowing.
On the Buses 1960
by Aussie
With a pumping of brakes, we came to a halt. Passengers milling around when I shouted, "One at a time."
My authority lost among migrants shouting; some spoke broken - English.
Smells of garlic invaded the bus, foreign smells to Australians. Italians brought colourful foods, wonderful changes from bland, British fare.
"Help! Help!" Large overladen Italian lady beckoned to me.
Before I realised she had a live chicken under her arm.
"I fix it good, you see." She wrung its neck!
80 Word Flash Fiction contest entry
With a pumping of brakes, we came to a halt. Passengers milling around when I shouted, "One at a time."
My authority lost among migrants shouting; some spoke broken - English.
Smells of garlic invaded the bus, foreign smells to Australians. Italians brought colourful foods, wonderful changes from bland, British fare.
"Help! Help!" Large overladen Italian lady beckoned to me.
Before I realised she had a live chicken under her arm.
"I fix it good, you see." She wrung its neck!
My authority lost among migrants shouting; some spoke broken - English.
Smells of garlic invaded the bus, foreign smells to Australians. Italians brought colourful foods, wonderful changes from bland, British fare.
"Help! Help!" Large overladen Italian lady beckoned to me.
Before I realised she had a live chicken under her arm.
"I fix it good, you see." She wrung its neck!
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Contest Entry: Exactly 80 words.
Life on the Sydney buses in the sixties.
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