Vignettes

Case of the Mondays....

He looked like Thing 1 or Thing 2 from a distance, with a haircut. When she got closer his smallish frame and unfortunate brown sweater distinguished themselves in her view. His shoulder bag, which weighed down his entire body, gave him an awkward shape from a distance.

Observations on an Afternoon Train

The squareness of his head was offensive, offset in no small part by his casual command of the doorway, alligator-pointed shoes tapping in impatience. He looked like one of those people who would remain purposefully oblivious of train etiquette, luckily the train was not crowded so her indignant rage could not rear it's ugly head. Each time the train stopped and the doors opened, he slouched even more into the entryway, khaki pants and polo-shirted alertness a stark contrast to the tired suits and melancholy stares of the other passengers. Where was he going at five o'clock if not home to eat and prepare for the rest of a cyclical week of habit?