Let's Write It A Happy Ending

When the bus bus stopped everyone was eager to get out. Bags were spilling from the top shelves and the sound of shoes on the bus floor. Some tried to reach their footwear, earlier on discarded for the heat in the bus,, and now the shoes were sliding further and further from reach; some dusting the dust from their hands, others cursing when bags fell on them….
The engine was still running and well, some thought they were still in a Matatu in Nairobi city, which would start to move again before they got out. Others, from their accent were just excited to be home. Happy that the 9 hour journey had come to an end. Glad that despite the bumpy road and the inevitable dangers of night travelling, they were home safe.
Two souls sat still. Unperturbed by all the aggitation surrounding them.
Two souls seated with their seatbelts still on. Both of them still looking out of their respective windows. Out into the dawning day. Alert to the exterior sounds of the town at dawn. Sounds of milk containers, Boda bodas and Tuk Tuks. Calls of morning birds and whistles of traders. To sites of dull bulbs and deserted streets, with city council workers broom to pavement; papers cans and mango seeds flying and scaping the pavements.
The engine went silent.
The reggae music died, bringing the two back inside. Every other passenger had left. The driver was hunched, head down on the stiring wheel. Orpah clipped apart her seat belt stood up and looked around. No one the entire front. Her glance turned backwards.Close to the back of the bus was sitted a tall fellow turned to the side, seemed to be searching for something in his bag. She sat again and continued to look out of the window.