What follows is offered in response to Velvet Verbosity's 100 Word Challenge. The challenge, this week, is "Flew".
Every day she rode the "short bus" to school, her wheelchair securely fastened to the floor. She would stare out the window, looking at the cars, and the lawns, and the houses. The houses. Almost none of them had ramps. Like her house.
It was a long ride to school. Sometimes she would doze, and when she dozed, she would dream. But her dreams would often be interrupted. She would be woke by bumps, or horns, or other kids on the bus yelling or laughing or screaming.
She hated waking. She would rather sleep. Because in her dreams, she flew.