The Terror

The Terror Late afternoon they sat on the bus thinking of a good meal and TV. A man entered knifed its driver and two passengers. The murderer dropped his knife in the bus and waited for the police to come, the remaining passengers stood outside and waited too, they cried and were cold. The ambulance came first, could do nothing; they waited also. Finally the police arrived it took them fifty minutes which must have felt as an eternity, arrested the man and drove him to jail. A deadly calm, a surreal scene, but why had the man kill? The mass murder Breivik´s crime was temporarily forgotten, killer in the bus was a foreigner who had lost all reason, had been told that his appeal to stay in the country had been refused. For this and to avoid expulsion he had done this. He´d rather stay in jail for the rest of his life than facing going back to his godforsaken country. This type of crime, however safe one makes a country horror strikes as lightning. A river of blood, shed by those who just wanted to go home it leaves peaceful people stunned and fumbling for an answer.