‘Not even five thirty yet,’ someone complains. Rest of the passengers pretends they didn’t hear, let alone agree. Cameras everywhere and rumour has it they’ve installed microphone for every row. Do or say something wrong, they’ll get you.
The horns hoot five times. Fifteen minutes and the bus is still stuck in traffic. People exchange uneasy looks. Everyone knows what’s coming.
‘Emergency diversion. This bus now terminates at the Arsenal Curfew Shelter.’
Collective sigh of relief – we’re not spending the night at Holloway Prison.
Thank you to Electrobeth for the writing prompt: siren call.