Center of Center (31)

the penultimate installment of the novella-in-flash by Chris Wiewiora

A Divided student runs up as I’m closing my doors. The only reason I spot him is a group of guys who have already boarded point and laugh. I open my doors and they groan.

Hey guys, I holler over my shoulder. I don’t even get on the intercom. You’d want me to stop for you.

As I roll along to the Rec Center, the chord is pulled and the STOP REQUESTED bell b…