Help me, Morty.
I’m lost. I have no idea where this is. No one speaks English, just the people from my bus. No cell phone service, I can’t get any bars.
Every few days another school bus pops in. Most of them are ancient, made in the 60s. We’ve constructed shanties from available materials, gutted a few of the vehicles. There’s no communication with the outside world or any roads out.
It’s a Sargasso Sea or Bermuda Triangle. Only for busses, not ships.
We’ve found a mailbox! Going to try using snail mail. Except no one’s ever seen a postman.
100 words. Inspired by this week’s Warmup Wednesday prompt.
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