Satan’s Station of Goodbyes

Descriptive Essay

By: Brianne Crawford

The large concrete island was being swarmed by huge creatures, with their long steel body, swiveling doors, uncomfortable seats, and bright headlights. The fiends swallowed the innocent people whole when all they wanted was to get home. They stood amidst the fast paced and rushing robots that seemed to be on a mission of great haste. The slanted overhang that was supposed to be a roof covered them from the light drizzle that spat overhead.

They stood in each others arms, pressed lightly against the shivering stone of the terminal wall. His arms coiled like snakes around her waist, clinging to her like an enfant to its mother. She pressed her face deeper into his neck, hunting for his light musky odor under the stench of the bus exhaust. Her eyes burned with tears of their approaching departure; she could hardly make out the number on his bus that stalked towards them like a tiger to its prey.

The people slowed almost to a dead stop; the monsterous object that was his bus seemed to be caught in mid pounce. The world stopped turning. They pulled apart just enough to find each others lips. He licked her lips, trying to remember her taste before he had to depart. The only sound that they could hear was the thump of their hearts. Suddenly it was like someone pressed play and the bus let out a shrill, calling for him. The turmoil of the riders exploded back into action and the world spun once more.

He grouped for his bag as he held her one last time. He slunk backwards, inching towards the beast that would sweep him away. Her fingers turned red as she gripped her sleeves, trying not to bolt after him. In almost an instant the beast gulped him up in one smooth motion, stealing him away for what she knew would feel like an eternity.

Her back thumped to the wall behind her and her eyes rained into her mouth. She licked up the salty water as her legs turned to jelly and she sunk to the floor. She peered at the concrete walls around her and the beastlike buses that crowded the island. The walls, the concrete, and the buses were all her prison, her nightmare, her hell on earth. She would hate every grain of its being until the beast brought her lover back to her, and spat him back into her arms.