Where am I? - Blogger: Mary Anne DeRoss

Date:  April 1, 2013
Time:  10:15am
Dear Diary,

I left the bus, turning right to await my suitcases.  The driver stepped lightly down the stairs, landing at my side.  I turned to him, "Sir, where are the others?  I was supposed to get off at Edmonton, with them, but there are only five of us here."

He inhaled sharply, "Let me see your ticket."

I showed it to him, and he examined it, "No, it's correct.  It says..."

"Excuse me dear." Mrs. Komax laid her hand on my shoulder, "I don't mean to interrupt you, but my daughter will be waiting outside, and she gets very impatient when I'm not there on time.  Could you get my bag please driver?"

"Of course." He said.  It was his turn to place his hand on my shoulder.  It was large, yet muscular.  "Wait here."

I nodded as I watched him unlock the door and extricate our bags.  He rolled mine over to me.  The others thanked him and said their goodbyes.  Upon closing and locking the bus door, he turned back to me and held out his hand, "Now that that's done, let's see your ticket."

I gave it to him, and watched as he looked it over, and subsequently ran his eye over me.  "No, it says Kent Alberta, not Edmonton Alberta."

"I've never heard of Kent!  Where am I really?"

"You're in Kent." He said calmly.

I let my backpack fall to the ground, "What am I going to do?  How do I get back?"

"Are you certain you want to get back?" The driver queried.

"What?" I began to feel like I was in the twilight zone, like something was out of phase.  My attention was averted by a sign which caught my eye, for some reason.  I glanced at it.  It was an advertisement for Coke.  A person was lounging on the beach and drinking the beverage, but she moved!  As she drank, the bottle was emptied! I gasped, "She moved!"

The driver nodded, "Yes, she's supposed to.  She gets thirsty every so often."

I scoffed, "Pictures aren't supposed to move!"

"Are we going to stand here talking about the picture or get you somewhere safe?  I have a family to get home to.  You are in Kent, a magical place.  Look, I will get you to the restaurant.  One of the waitresses will be able to help you.  Her name is Kathy." His voice softened as he took hold of the handles of my suitcases, "Look, I know you've been through a lot, and I'm willing to help.  You need some food, and someone who can help you more than I can.  I would like to introduce you to someone who works here, and she can explain what's going on."

"Ok." I blew out my cheeks and followed him through the doors and into the main bus station.  He seemed to know more about me than I told him.  My heart beat faster as I followed him. 

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I've noticed that I've been able to mark down the dialog clearly again.  What gives?