Monday morning.
Again. And here is the bus.
Again.
I have settled into my usual seat – the one just after
the surveillance camera.
I like to know that, should I be accosted in any way, there will be a record of it.
I like to know that, should I be accosted in any way, there will be a record of it.
They climb aboard one stop after mine, shivering and
under-dressed.
The young couple coming down the aisle is sorely
misplaced.
I pull an earplug, in case they speak.
His arm is around her.
Skin-tight black pants, a torn Misfits tee-shirt, black Converse tennis
shoes, he has a young, sleepy scowl on his face. It is clear that he is here to guard her
against the wiles of the 6:30 Monday morning commuters.
Because you just never know what us bus types might
do.
I cast a sideways glance at them. Clad in torn fishnets, her white legs are
sure to be goose-bumped, although I cannot conceive of a way to appropriately
ascertain this. She pulls long, slender legs under her, a fawn of a girl-woman,
only to remember the view she is no doubt giving the bus driver, should he
check his mirror.
She places her feet on the floor, leans into the young
man and lays her head on his shoulder.
He kisses her temple. I watch as
he pulls his phone out, checks Facebook.
I watch as he takes a picture of her.
And I think of the men who have loved me.
I get off the bus, step into the City Center, head toward
the elevator.
They never spoke, those two on the bus.
They didn’t need to.
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20 comments:
Oh Pearl you have the best observation skills of anyone I know. Love like that wow:) Stay near that camera for the record:) Hug B
I was right there with you...pondering and appreciating young love.
Not a word from them, and you got your story anyway. Well played.
Now I've got Frankie Avalon singing in my head.
Buttons, they made me a bit wistful. So young, so together.
And then I remember how tumultuous being young is. :-)
Shelly, there's always a seat for you!
vanilla, looking back at it, I'm rather glad they didn't speak!
SFM, :-) Stop that now.
Such a lovely morning vignette!
I love reading the scenarios you describe! They are so detailed, I feel like I'm there with you!
I wonder where they are going.
I wonder if they'll be together fifty years from now. Some young couples have old souls and know that they belong together.
How is it that you can write a piece of a few dozen words, yet create a picture that's worth more than a thousand? Your scenes stay with me for a long time.
That is so tender.
That, my dear friend (and it's been too long since I've been here) was very bitter-sweet in its bitter-sweetness. Beautifully done.
Hari OM
Such a gentle Monday morning... YAM xx
That was beautiful Pearl... that was love...
Awwww.
Aw, this was sweet to read. :-)
I loved this! It would make a great opening to a novel :)
And now we are all pondering what the future holds for them.
Pearl, that is poetry.
Another great post
You know, you could really take these characters for a "ride" if you wrote them into a story.
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