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dublin bus

  • 20-03-2008 3:13pm
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    Closed Accounts Posts: 224 ✭✭


    aching but giddy from a day full of adventure, I swing my guitar down and drop myself into the aurora seat. the bus lurches and then takes off, knocking me back with almost as much force as the girl wearing the blue tights.

    she smiles at me so naturally, as if I actually please her. but then I'm forgotten. her eyes turn out to watch the coffee stain world roll by. and I wrench my guitar case apart for some paper and a pen.

    she reminds me of France, of names like Sylvia or Celine. gorgeous burgandy black hair rests playfully on her shoulders, wrapped in an overlarge white sweater with a huge neck curled around her throat like human fur.

    she's wearing brown leather boots to go with her brown leather bag. and tucked into them are neon blue tights, covered at the hip with a bright pink skirt.

    in one of her hands is her ipod, clearly much more expensive than mine. she's resting her umbrella on her forearm. her other hand is laying on the seat beside her, tapping along to the music.

    I start to sketch her. she knows. she lifts up her fringe, trying to pretend it was bothering her. but her eyes tell different. I let her make believe. everytime she turns my way I avoid her eyes. unfortunately, in the gathering darkness the lights inside the bus have made the windows reflective. but she enjoys the attention.

    when I finish my drawing I look straight ahead. I'm done with her. when she gets off I give her the folded paper without a word. hell, I don't even smile. I just hold it in front of her, barring her way so she has to take it. she takes it without a word or a smile and gets off.

    the bus hits a corner and something heavy hits the floor. no one else bothers to notice, but I look down to see what she's forgotten.

    she got a bic pen picture, I got an umbrella. hell, it's raining.


Comments

  • Closed Accounts Posts: 48 elleA


    A true story I assume? Brilliantly captured and recounted. The last two lines are genius. The lack of capital letters is slightly distracting but overall - a cool piece!


  • Banned (with Prison Access) Posts: 633 ✭✭✭dublinario


    I thought this was excellent.


  • Moderators, Social & Fun Moderators, Society & Culture Moderators Posts: 30,972 Mod ✭✭✭✭Insect Overlord


    Nicely written!


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