This is a growing collection of my stories. I appear to favour writing about sex and death, not always together. I'm also writing two books. Some days it feels like most other people inhabit a world where you can aimlessly wander into vendor-created wonderlands and purchase things you never knew you needed - for entertainment. The mind boggles. I believe it's because I wasn't allowed to watch television as a child. I just don't get some things. I'm ok with that

Monday, February 20, 2012

Tour of the Unexpected (Part 1)

A bus. An ordinary bus on and ordinary day. Its not peak hour anymore, I've worked late and the time has passed since the heavy afternoon tussle. Now things are slower, there is more places to sit on each vehicle. My book isn't good. I look up, I look around. Such is the world that we live in. Few people are doing the same. Even those without a phone to play with, a friend to talk to, stare ahead, squarely at nothing as if real life is a distraction.

A man sits behind me, four seats further back . He catches my eye. Grins. His blue eyes are luminous, his stubble is unpracticed, and his grin breaks an otherwise handsome face into an expression of lopsided mischief. Who wouldn't be hooked? My heart pounds. I look away. The driver breaks unexpectedly and elderly passengers make annoying, audible disapproval noises simultaneously as they bend forward, riding the motion, old bodies creaking like carriages at a rail yard, heavily and suddenly brought to a halt.

I look out the window, catch a glimpse of my own reflection in the day's fading light. I look past it and open my face up into a smile. I read somewhere if you are happy enough to smile when no one is watching, you must really mean it. Someone is watching today. Blue eyes from the back seat makes me self conscious.