As Angelo got on the bus, he realized his mistake. But he’d been so thirsty, had gulped down gallons of water like a diabetic. And now he couldn’t hold back any longer. He was about to burst. It had been a while since he’d let loose. But he was out in public, on a bus. He couldn’t do it here. It was an outrageous idea. Maybe at the back. . .

He craned his neck, staring at the back of the bus. No one was back there, except a drunkard talking to himself. He moved to the very back, hoping that he didn’t have to go through with this. But as he picked a seat, he knew he had to finish what he’d started. Removing his clothes, he curled up in a corner of the seat and went to sleep.

As he woke from his dormancy, Angelo could see the bus’ passengers turning their heads every once in a while to stare, and shaking their heads. He looked around at his surroundings. He’d made a mess.

The bus driver looked back and noticed the commotion amongst the passenger. He stopped the bus and turned to shout at Angelo.

“Hey you! What the heck are you doing? You’d better clean up your mess! That’s an extra seventy-five cents when you leave the bus, mister.”

“Yeah, yeah.” Angelo sighed. He gave a tug, and his skin came completely loose, along with his hair. He pulled the grotesque mass of skin and hair off him in mostly one piece. That felt good. Had he not had all that water, the molt might have been much more difficult. He rubbed his freshly bald head and proceeded to put his clothes back on.

NOTE: This is essentially a “short short”. I plan on developing this piece online, as a point of discussion.

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