A Feast of Unlikely Stories

hey step off the bus into the darkness, and it’s
already there waiting for them; a feast laid
out on a long table by the side of the road. The
bus, which is a long, old, colourless vehicle pulls
away with flapping doors and a low rumble in its
engine. The three of them look around at the eerie
scene. Although there is no obvious light source, the
table seems well illuminated, as if lit by streetlights.
Mist rises up around the group’s knees, as if they’re
in a corny horror film. The whole place is damp,
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