Wednesday, November 4, 2009

The Lady in the Train

Sat next to me.

Breathed heavily.

Listening to headphones, watching a video on her phone.

I felt like telling her she was breathing as loudly as people snore.

In a nice way.

Phone rang.

She answered in a strange voice.

"Daddy made me very angry. I don't want to go home."

She sounded angry.

She sounded like she was talking to her child.

She got off at my stop, the last stop.

I remained seated for a while after she left.

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