He boarded the train and stood near the bike rack. There were no seats available. She was nearby, oblivious. I watched as his eyes boldly travelled up and down her form. He took in every detail, curves, bumps, lines. There was no attempt at subtlety, anyone could see his stare. Then he looked away. Had he found appeal? Did he want her? Or had she been measured and found wanting? It was unclear.
As more people boarded the train at future stops he moved closer. Casual, yet calculated. Another boarded the train, and the process was repeated. I wondered, which did he prefer? The second was younger, sleeker, sexier. But there was a solid, comfortable presence about the first. Something that said that she had been places and done things. The hard won look of experience.
He left the train soon after without a word or overture. The two bikes remained in the rack, uncaring.
some dude was checking out my bike on the train earlier this week...
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5 comments:
Good piece of writing!
I think in the future I'll leave the creative writing to the creative types, like TOB.
Heeee!
Who's TOB?
The one and only TOB
Well, for whatever it's worth, I liked it.
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