Write a story

Deep into the meadows of the South
I see a bus pulled up in front of the common store.
Above my head are alluring clouds
I have never seen before.

Things like this are rare.
No one visits my small Southern town.
Where things are bound to happen.
Spellbound.

Do you think that bus is skeptical?
I do.
There are no visitors in this town.
Whoever comes in
Never gets out.

I learned the hard way.