Girl on the train
The other day I was taking the train home to the city and I noticed this girl. I was sitting on one side of the train, in a four seater by myself, and she was on the opposite side of the carriage. She looked really familiar, but I couldn't think where I would know her from.
I couldn't stop myself looking at her. She wasn't beautiful or anything. She was pretty, long black hair in a ponytail, nice face. Kinda chubby cheeks; like not really fat, just a bit rounded. She definately wasn't fat. She was quite thin, apart from the cheeks, and pale.
She noticed me looking and I think she gave a little smile. I'm not sure.
After that I tried to read my book, but some little kid wandered down the carriage and sat opposite me. He was trying to read the words on the cover. He was pretty young, maybe only three or four. I dunno where his parents were, probably somewhere further down the carriage making themselves useful, I'm sure.
He sat on the very edge of the seat, leaning right over, trying to get nice and close to the book to see the cover properly. Then he comes and sits right next to me, poking his head round to try and see what I'm reading and asking me questions about it and stuff.
"What are you reading?" he asked me. I guess he couldn't read yet. I can't remember when I learnt...
"It's called 'The Outsider'."
"What's it about? Why's there a beach on the cover? Is it about a beach?".
I wasn't quite sure what to say. It's not every day you have to try and explain existentialism and nihilism to a four year old. It's not like I really understand them myself, for that matter.
I noticed the girl looking at me then, she was smiling at me, at me and the little kid. I looked at her and she kept smiling, looking right at me. I wonder if she recognised me too.
When we got to the station I followed her for a bit. I wasn't really following her, I mean we were both going the same way anyways. I just kept my eye on her. I don't really know why. I just didn't want to leave her. I kept thinking about how she was looking at me, and how she smiled, and wondering who she was.
When we got to the concourse she stopped at a flower stall. She was looking at roses.
I kept walking and stood outside the station gates for a while. People were streaming in and out of the station. It's always busy.
I kept looking back into the station, watching to see if the girl was coming out. After a while I just left; I guess she went out another exit, or maybe she caught another train.
I took a tram. I don't normally like to take trams, I prefer to walk. But it was raining.
I couldn't stop myself looking at her. She wasn't beautiful or anything. She was pretty, long black hair in a ponytail, nice face. Kinda chubby cheeks; like not really fat, just a bit rounded. She definately wasn't fat. She was quite thin, apart from the cheeks, and pale.
She noticed me looking and I think she gave a little smile. I'm not sure.
After that I tried to read my book, but some little kid wandered down the carriage and sat opposite me. He was trying to read the words on the cover. He was pretty young, maybe only three or four. I dunno where his parents were, probably somewhere further down the carriage making themselves useful, I'm sure.
He sat on the very edge of the seat, leaning right over, trying to get nice and close to the book to see the cover properly. Then he comes and sits right next to me, poking his head round to try and see what I'm reading and asking me questions about it and stuff.
"What are you reading?" he asked me. I guess he couldn't read yet. I can't remember when I learnt...
"It's called 'The Outsider'."
"What's it about? Why's there a beach on the cover? Is it about a beach?".
I wasn't quite sure what to say. It's not every day you have to try and explain existentialism and nihilism to a four year old. It's not like I really understand them myself, for that matter.
I noticed the girl looking at me then, she was smiling at me, at me and the little kid. I looked at her and she kept smiling, looking right at me. I wonder if she recognised me too.
When we got to the station I followed her for a bit. I wasn't really following her, I mean we were both going the same way anyways. I just kept my eye on her. I don't really know why. I just didn't want to leave her. I kept thinking about how she was looking at me, and how she smiled, and wondering who she was.
When we got to the concourse she stopped at a flower stall. She was looking at roses.
I kept walking and stood outside the station gates for a while. People were streaming in and out of the station. It's always busy.
I kept looking back into the station, watching to see if the girl was coming out. After a while I just left; I guess she went out another exit, or maybe she caught another train.
I took a tram. I don't normally like to take trams, I prefer to walk. But it was raining.
posted by Chris at 1:14 PM
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