Lawrence went and sat down as the bus moved forward again.
The bus moved ahead slowly, and when it stopped for the next light, my friend was waiting to cross the street.
The bus was still moving and people were trying to get out.
Then the bus moved on again into his own particular vacuum.
It is a good five minutes before the bus can finally move off.
At first the bus moved slowly through the crowded city streets.
The door closed and the bus moved off into the night.
"You mean, like the bus was moving 30 miles an hour and it hit him flush?"
The bus wasn't moving when I awoke the next morning.
On an impulse he called after him, as the bus moved away.
