She was rushing
She took a swept glance to her right and all people were a blur. Colours became one and all looked like a hot blown glass glaze. Ribbons of hair tucked behind ears, frayed in sweat and static emotion. She had to get there quick.
It was like a chopping board scene where each action felt like a sharp cut. Chop chop chop to the next scene, finding herself on the tube. ‘Would running be faster?’ Before the train took off, she took her seat and tucked her bag onto her lap, pulling out her headphones-music seemed like the best option to keep nerves at bay.
All moments in between the tube ride were lost, until she got to the main train station. Imagining them waiting there, standing side by side… looking for the right train felt like looking for answers. An explanation. Reassurance. Anything. She was all alone and this journey had to be made, alone, in very little time.
to be continued...
No comments:
Post a Comment