$5.40 – $10.00
The invidious gnawing moral dilemma that imposes itself on you without warning or asking when someone helpless is left on your hands. That stranger of a someone won’t go away. Nobody else will come to take him back to the unknown he suddenly appeared from. Worse, he is sticking to you like glue and might never go away.
She is a genial-enough woman whose main virtue (at least she thinks) is minding her own business. As it is, there is hardly enough time to get the coffee stopover joint ready for the regular tourist bus, serve everyone in the mad-rush time allowable before the bus driver starts hooting for everyone to climb back on board before the schedule’s shot to pieces. But this time there is among them someone who doesn’t seem to be with anyoneâ€¦ someone the other passengers definitely seem not to want to go near, not even to help him out a bit. She can’t help herself; it’s sort of her place and isn’t it her obligation to give him a little of the extra attention he needs. All the other passengers obviously think so. Anyway, the bus driver is hooting for all aboard. Nothing too much given, anyway; it’s just her job.
As the usual clockwork, the bus leaves. She can thankfully get on with cleaning up, preparing for the next stopoverâ€¦ until she looks around to find the someone still there. The bus has gone and is not coming back for him. There are eyes you can’t get past.
Two basic speaking parts. A milling crowd or silhouettes milling.