A SENTENCE BY SHIRLEY JACKSON
As the bus started up again they slipped back into the darkness and only the thin thread of light along the ceiling of the bus held them together, brought the back of the bus where she sat along with the front of the bus where the driver sat and the people sitting there so far away from her.
A very Shirley sentence indeed, dwelling as it does in her wonderful world of … ‘Wait a minute. What?’
I dunno either, but Shirley’s sentences are some of my favorites.
Isn’t she great? Just read a collection of her tales.