Exceptional Being a conductress was harrowing. On the Buses 1960 by Aussie 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! Recognized Author Notes Contest Entry: Exactly 80 words. Life on the Sydney buses in the sixties.

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