En Route

And a giant green man began taunting us—all of us, from the side of the road whence he came. He was completely made of leaves, grass and dirt clods and he howled at us while pumping his fist in anger. He then began to throw himself at our bus. All onlookers, on both sides of the aisle recoiled at the ridiculous sight. He would smack hard against the windows and make a confetti of salad that swiftly hit the pavement and dragged below the machinery of the coach bus. You think that’d be all, but you’d be mistaken. He emerged from the patches of grass that adorn the periphery of the street, where the sidewalk runs along the road. He’d fling himself from there. He’d also jump from tree to tree, glaring malevolently at all of us until he’d attack farther up the road, always the same confetti of salad. I got sort of bored of it all though, and just got back to my book and started reading. I think he’s still out there but I will not give him the time of day.