Bus Crash Stories

Bus Crash Story 11

Some say that where there’s smoke, there’s fire. So it surprised no one when, after area residents saw smoke billowing off Route 567, there beneath the gray-churning pillar lay a burning bus. “I saw the gray, smoky pillar, twisting and curling like a one-woman ballet. I ran out the door and down under the viaduct, and there it was, the bus, all twisted and gnarled, the tires melted into the road. I couldn’t but watch. It was too hot to get any closer, and if anybody was in there—I presumed there was—I was sure they was burned right down. You know, though? Before I knew how many perished and who they were exactly who died, I did notice a spectral beauty in destruction, you know what I mean? I don’t know. I guess proximity to death intoxicates a man. Maybe that explains the popularity of climbin’ rocks,” said Felo Nie. All forty-nine passengers had died on impact.

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