Turquoise
She looked like the naughty librarian, in her utmost fictional incarnation. The profile partly rooted in myth, a throwback of American culture in the 1950’s, where it was taught and thought that good girls didn’t.I would only have her for 3 more train stops. At first, we shared cursive glances, subtle contact, wondering if we were this close, would we look in the other direction. From 10 feet apart, with no more than 3 other straphangers playing the role of shelves in a crowded library. Peek-a-boo. It was fine to look away then back, until she got a seat.
Her movements were slow and precise, a striptease done not to uncover, but to further shield her thoughts. Out of her handbag came the address book, pen and eyeglasses. Not quite horn-rimmed, but slim frames perched near the tip of her nose. She no longer took peeks, so I stared at her disguise under a blue denim jacket: cotton crew neck top, long flowing skirt to her ankles, and flats…all turquoise…
…then I had to get off.
1 Comments:
Very nice. The description kept a smile on my face and the characters came alive.
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