Sunday, June 1, 2008

Drabble: Strangers in the Day

Strangers in the Day

"You come here often?"

I look around and try to figure out what she means by "here." The commuter train? If so, what a strange thing to say. Could a moving conveyance even be called "here?"

This is what I daydream of every day -- an attractive woman spontanously talking to me on the train, in a way that sounds like a come-on (if not a parody of a come-on?) -- but I find myself suddenly wanting nothing more than to get to work unassailed.

I shake off this self-defeating attitude and look up to reply, but nobody’s there.

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