The Last Passenger

At 12:30 a.m., the bus stop was completely empty. Only one man stood there with his head

down. I stopped the bus. He silently sat on the last seat. The entire route,

he didn’t say a word. When his stop arrived, I called out to him.

No response. I looked back—the seat was empty. The conductor whispered, “The last passenger

on this route died in 2011.” His torn ticket was still in my hand.