(or—Like ships in the night)
and every day she sat on the train and watched the scenery pass her by….
she promised herself that if today he was at the window going the other way…. well, this time…. this time she would wave
sometimes he sat in the opposite direction, and how strange to be always on the same schedule. but just going the other way
and as her thoughts revolved, the scenery flowed by her, and as she daydreamed out the window, she saw the families through their windows in the apartment buildings as the train went by. And ….it gave her such a strange feeling to see, in parallel, lives and families —all doing in unison; the exact same things. Preparing breakfast for the children; variations of the dynamics but …. mostly far too similar. And it made her feel so insignificant. So utterly invisible. Like one of a million ants building their hills over and over and never ever seen nor noticed
She got lost in thought and suddenly very sad. She wanted to open the window and fly out…. she was disappearing ….
her eyes blurred and she blinked
but that was when the other train was going by …..
and ….she’d missed him entirely
and her mood sank deeper. Well that was just the day, it seemed to her. Starting with the step into the puddle right as she set off, soaking her boot right through. happy day.
she turned her glance to the annoying ads inside the train and noticed some unkind graffiti ….
and reached and took out her phone to find her eBook….re-reading 100 Years of Solitude….
She got to the part where the phrase is repeated “he stood before a firing squad….”
And still it boggles her mind
“Excuse me, hey—“
someone said stepping close to her seat and made her have to look up
It was him
“Is this seat taken?” he smiled at her knowingly
“Um….” but struck dumb, she only stared at his eyes —which were quite nice now that she could see them up close ….as she moved over making room on the seat for him
“You know, it took awhile —but I finally worked out the train time….you always go ….”
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