I don’t believe this flash has a story or even constitutes a complete scene. Maybe a complete scene. But it’s the only thing in my head right now. That’s probably a sign of exhaustion. I am posting due to encouragement from Twitter. 🙂 Go Twitter!!!
Someone’s groin pressed too close, but there was no room to twitch away. The crowd was too close, noisy, and upset voices called out: “Move in, move in, move in.”
If only there was space to move in.
The bus driver shouted: “Let them off. Get off and get back in.”
No one moved, but instead held fast as the departing shoved themselves a clear path.
The bus crawled along, bypassing hordes of waiting people. Someone, exhausted, crouched on the floor. Her hands moved from purse to her folded legs, caressing many other calves, knees and ankles in the process.
People sped past on bikes and skateboards and their own legs. Below, the river was as calm as sunlight.
And then – freedom. People disappeared like flung droplets to the trains, the taxis and the still-dark streets.
A hard plastic chair never felt so good.