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marbles of crystal blue carefully scan the morning paper. A few
strands of her sunshine yellow hair fell to her face completely
uninvited so she gently brushed them back behind her ears. Calmly
yet attentively she studied each article in the newspaper and
when something did not please her she gazed up and moved the tiny
muscles of her mouth sideways.
her legs neatly crossed, she rested a black purse on her lap. With the
other hand she held a blueberry muffin which sent a tiny cascade of
crumbs down to the floor with every enjoyable chomp. Her wrinkleless
face indicated her youth and innocence and the apple red of her lipstick
implied a wild side.
Everyday for two years Steven rode the 8:35 morning train to Madison
avenue, where his 9 to 5 nightmare awaited him. It was well worth the
trip as long as she temporarily surrounded him with her seductive aura.
He knew she had noticed him in their two years together on that packed
train, but she never indicated an interest Instead of acting on impulse
Steven sat back on his seat as his intent faded into the trains
viscous smell. He wondered about her personality, and gave her imaginary
roles to play in his head, the way he dreamed her to be.
When she wasnt looking, he playfully gazed at her like a foolish
teenager in love. He felt he would do anything for this woman but insecurity
destroyed any attempt. Filled with delightful thoughts, Steven slouched
back in his seat. Vivid images of the woman flashed like a slide show
in his mind as he closed his sleepy eye
The sound of the conductors
mundane voice interrupted Stevens temporary euphoria. He violently
jerked his head from side to side to free himself of his dream like
state. With his two index fingers, Steven rubbed out any morning dew
that has managed to survive. Minutes before she departed, Steven fought
with his consciousness one again, Disappointed, he shook his head no.
Suddenly, the womans muffin wrapper fluttered down to the gum
Automatically he notices but hesitates to pick it up.
Mechanically his legs began to move and without thinking he gets down
on one knee, He reaches out for the wrapper, trapping the sticky material
between his two fingers. He then looks up at the woman for an instance
and their eyes lock. Anxiously he waits
and she waits
and collected. The distant tapping of an old mans rubber sole
on the train floor distracted the moment for an instant, but soon her
eyes were back on Steven. His mouth opened but no words came out. She
took a breath as Steven nervously blinked for a two second interval.
On coming passengers switched places with the old but yet no words were
exchanged. Gradually anxiety rushed through his soul like a tornado.
The woman looked away in disappointment. Steven motioned his hands for
her to wait. Still no words. Silence began to ring loudly in his ears.
The suspense was unbearable and torturing, Question in his mind float
disorganized and lost
She he? Should she? Why should they? It is
funny how so much can go on inside of a person before a decision made
time will not stop for this moment.
The train doors open and the matter remains
© Joanna Valevich
This is Joanna's first piece for us
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