On my way to work

This was a road that showed me the same every day. Soon I got tired of it. The dark landscape. The big bus with tired sounds. And few people sitting scattered with tired faces.
I took up the bread from my bag. I saved some minutes by eating breakfast on the bus. Dry bread with cheese. And a bottle of water. Some of the faces turned against me when I chewed the slice of bread.
The bus stopped a little here. And a little there. A slightly older man came in and lightened up when he saw a slightly older woman. He sat down beside here. I tried to catch what they were talking about.
-I was figuring that I might leave the table behind, in case you needed it, he said.
-Yes, that`s quite allright, she said.
-But if you want, I can come and get it, he said.
-Oh no, she said. -That`s not necessary. It might well come in hand for me.
-Yes, but you can just tell me if you want me to remove it. I can drive it to the garbage place, he said.
-Oh yes, but no thankyou, that is not necessary, she said.
-Yes, but just tell me, and I can come right away, he said.
It was getting close to where I was going off. I was careful to have my bread back in the bag and everything ready. I was a bit nervous to not get off at the right moment when the job, the place and the bus was new to me. I pulled the stop-button. The bus breathed heavily and annoyed and turned into the busstop. I went forward. The slightly older man and woman looked at me. I turned to the busdriver and wished him farewell.

Morning

it was dark and quiet outside. Early in the morning. The radio was humming in the background. The rest of the house was sleeping. I cut some bread with a knife. The radio told about the weather. Danger of slippery roads. Where the traffic might get jammed. The man telling about the traffic was a kind of a thypical traffic-radio-man. Music. From the 80s. Then the news. About a family being robbed. Someone just walked into the house and tied the family up. Parents and children. Then collected all they could find of valuable stuff. And left. I could hear such news almost every day. About someone being robbed.
Somewhere ahead. Behind forest and hills. Was the big city of sickness. It was boiling. It was the place where everything wrong happened. People who was stealing, robbing and murdering. In a way I felt quite safe in this house in the forest. It was hidden and not easy to find.
At the same time. It could be dangerous. If someone just found us, it could be difficult to get help, being so desolated.
Earlier this summer, a man came at the door to sell something. He had a note, telling about lots of difficulties, and that he needed money. I told him quickly that I had no cash and locked the door.
What if this man just was an informant for the criminals in the big city?
I got dressed and went outside. Some dogs howled at the distant. I went down to the main road. The bus breathed and stopped. Then transported me to my new job.