Bus-stop’s are a nexus for both mass transit and paradigms. A place where one can catch a ride home, or get caught in superfluous, theological debates.
“Why are you here, miss?”
“For the twenty three,” she responded automatically.
“No, girl, why are you heeeeeere…?” The untidy, middle-aged man had emphasized that by tracing a circle in the air.
“I’m going to school at the-”
“Don’t bother!” he interrupted. “There is a better way! With total faith in Jesus you can have anything you want!”
“And… what do you want from Jesus?”
“I want,” he smiled proudly, “to become a dragon.”