https://soundcloud.com/americanshortfiction/the-night-bus Of all the bus drivers on duty that night, it was Angus who was taken in for questioning. He guessed it was because of his ear: a burned puff, as pitted as a peach stone, with fleecy white scars that radiated down to his neck. It was the ear of a bogeyman, a man who would kidnap a young girl in a painter’s smock as she idled beneath the palmettos. He told them what he remembered: he’d driven the Fair Oaks route, midnight to six, a … [Read more...] about The Night Bus