Riding home on the W
A girl on the train has the far away look of love in her eyes. She's perched on the edge of the yellow plastic seat, smile barely containable as she closes her eyes and imagines the object of her affection and the moment they might have just shared or the sweet words he might have just whispered...
An older gentleman in a long coat and brightly shined shoes closes his eyes and rests his head on the train wall behind him, briefcase on his lap, exhausted from the week, 5:00 shadow starting to show, sun spots on his hands and cheeks and age creeping through his skin...
Khakis and a black jacket, burberry bag and bleached blonde hair, a perfect picture of conformity. She would make a stunning brunette.
An older gentleman in a long coat and brightly shined shoes closes his eyes and rests his head on the train wall behind him, briefcase on his lap, exhausted from the week, 5:00 shadow starting to show, sun spots on his hands and cheeks and age creeping through his skin...
Khakis and a black jacket, burberry bag and bleached blonde hair, a perfect picture of conformity. She would make a stunning brunette.
posted by bug at 11:20 PM
