Snaith/Narrative writing 'The white woman'

The white woman

Half a hour into the journey, a nasty and indescribable smell lifted up to the back of the bus.It made me gip and have to open the window. The cool night air floated in and made the smell more bearable. Every time I looked to the front of the bus, i saw the bus driver glance at me, every time. He was about 60 and mexican. Only me and…