SF Drabble #403 "Former Assistant Director, CERN"

There are eight people on the bus. The driver, me, an old lady, three teenagers sneaking drinks from beer cans hidden in paper bags, and a couple who are so intent on making out they're oblivious to all else.

The world's going to end in twelve minutes. Don't ask me how I know.

I wondered where I was going to be when it happened, and I guess this is it. I could pull the cord, get off at the next stop, but what would be the point? Maybe if we pass a bar… I wouldn't mind having one last drink.

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