The child screamed as the bus drove on.

Nobody asked why. He was too young for words, too young to assume he had volition. But he babbled out the window at nothing. Sometimes his voice raised up into a scream.

The adults couldn’t see anything. Sometimes one of the highschoolers would look out the window, frown, and go back to their phone.

And the child screamed as the monster flew by, invisible save for the runes generations of children had scribbled into steam on the windows.

#tootfic