Ivex and Morris on the Bus

Sorrow cascaded over him as the bus settled on the bottom of the lake. When there was no use staring any longer, he rose in his grief and turned to the children. He meant to apologize and hope to recommence the singing, but the children had changed. They were transparent and so frail that they were almost unbearably weighted down by their singing,. The wind wrestled with them as they labored around the side of the school to the door, tumbled in.