Daisy

She wanted to stay and see if that old lady was okay, but the bus was about to pull away, so she had to make a choice.

On the bus she found mostly empty which was normal for this time of day. Her backpack went in the empty seat beside her.

“Hello, dear,” an older lady across the isle. “can I see that sweater. It looks. Really nice.”

“Sure.” Daisy pulled the pale blue garment over her head leaving her in a black bra.

For the next few stops nobody entered the bus, but the old lady got off with Daisy’s sweater in hand.

By the time she noticed, a few more stops had gone by.

“Oh, well. The student union sells some clothes.”

Then her turn came to get off, but was stopped by the female driver.

“Before you get off, could I have those shoes. They look my size.”

“Okay.” Daisy removed her running without thinking. At least she had her socks.

Then the bus pulled away and she questioned why she did that.

Then it got weirder.