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Freaky Friday

I passed a bus in York today. It’s lighted sign said ‘Not in Service’, of course it did. On freaky Friday’s things, just aren’t that simple and today is a very freaky Friday. The bus you see was full of folk’s tourist, shoppers, worker. Only I could see them it’s the truth, all anyone else could see was an empty bus. I saw it though I know the truth a never-ending ghost service eternally circling this ancient town filled with the lost and bereft. Ticketless souls who got on the bus but will never reach their destination.