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The one shot - 'on the train' (short)
Here is a quick one just on spur of the moment. (btw i saw a girl like this once maybe 20 years ago.. although sadly i never actually spoke to her.. my loss)
The train shook a little as the sound shifting in pitch like a doppler sound experiment as the train slid by yet another rail crossing. She sat there not quite at the end but not in the middle either sitting on one of the train seats. Except for the girl next to her, who was maybe late teen or early 20s, looking out the window and chattering excitedly every time she saw a cute boy, who by all appearances had a disability of some kind, everyone was avoiding her. People walked by and kept walking to sit somewhere else. It was obvious why of course, her jeans were wet in a way that could only be caused by one thing. Sure she was kinda cute, but everyone who noticed the dark wet patch sat somewhere else usually as far as possible in the carriage from her I moved up a little closer out of curiosity. She had a sort of goofy smile, and would look at the other girl at the window, or say something too quiet to hear, pulling her back to the seat. I knew that smile, it was the kind a cat that just ate a canary had, or a girl who had recently scratched any number of types of scratches that took her fancy. In any case she would take on a slightly darker expression when people ignored her or walked away, but she looked otherwise quite content and composed. Maybe the event that led to her jeans looking like that had been particularly discomforting for a while and she had just given in eventually and was now sitting in the afterglow of relief.
At the next station the other girl was looking excitedly at boys again. It seems she could not be trusted to go out alone, or she would probably end up trying to have sex with every cute boy she saw. Curiously at the next station the excited girl, got off with an older lady sitting near the carriage door. They had waved at the now alone girl through the window and then the train had moved on, the older woman holding tightly to the excitable girl who went to run at every cute boy they walked past on the platform.
The first girl, now alone; took the window seat vacated by the other girl, and looked out the window or occasionally around the carriage. She seemed to be rummaging around in a bag she was carrying now. On a whim i moved up, noticing of course a damp spot on the train seat she had recently vacated, and sat at the seat which backed onto the seat the girl now sat at. She saw me walk past, and we both gave each other an amicable nod and smile, which in itself seemed to surprise her, she went a little red and started fussing with her hand in her lap. Which was all the more notable, since her lap was quite wet.
She seemed curious that I had sat so close, instead of running away in disgust like everyone else in the carriage. It seemed although she had been accompanying people with disabilities, the girl herself outside of the initially vacant looking look she gave at first impression, which i had realised was actually a smug look; she didn't actually seem to have any disability, other than the fact she seemed to wet herself with enough nonchalance that she could be mistaken for having one. I had observed her for a while, and it was clear she was pretending to be a little slow, but the moment nobody was looking she took on an air of competence.
I took a breath, then leaned my head back a bit and spoke to her, "So... was that a one time accident, a hobby or a habit?"
She sat forward a little and leant on the window to look at me with curiosity. She gave me a purplexed look. I tilted my head a little and looked down into the corner of my eye, and gave my head a little tilt, indicating the direction of her lap. A range of interesting emotions played across her face, some of them turning her cheeks red, one causing her to flash a smirk, just for a fraction of a second but i caught it. She settled on embarrassed, then after a moment her face took on a clearly well practiced neutral expression, and she went to say something, going from the breath she took, something well rehearsed and probably dismissive and well acted. I gestured her to silence with a finger, then handed her a card with my contact details. "If it is a hobby or a habit, or perhaps you don't want it to be an accident.. let me know.."
She took the card curiously, and glanced at it, giving me a surprised expression. I winked, then stood up, since the next stop was mine, I moved past her row of seats to the door as the train stopped.. I was probably imagining things, but it looked the the dark patch on her jeans was getting bigger as I stood at the door waiting for it to open. She was looking at me with an odd expression, almost expectant as if she had silently asked a question and was waiting for an answer. I looked at her legs, going by the growing dark patch on the seat and floor carpet, it wasn't my imagination. I shot her a smile, and shot her the universal gesture for "perfection" with my hand as I stepped out the door. Her face had gone red again, but now she had a secretive smirk on her face, and was looking away shyly.
As the train door slid shut behind and the train moved off, I let go of the breath I had not realized I had been holding, and rubbed my face. Phew. That had gone better than I thought it would.
Although the girl must have thought it was pretty smooth, by the time i got home there was already a message waiting.
The train shook a little as the sound shifting in pitch like a doppler sound experiment as the train slid by yet another rail crossing. She sat there not quite at the end but not in the middle either sitting on one of the train seats. Except for the girl next to her, who was maybe late teen or early 20s, looking out the window and chattering excitedly every time she saw a cute boy, who by all appearances had a disability of some kind, everyone was avoiding her. People walked by and kept walking to sit somewhere else. It was obvious why of course, her jeans were wet in a way that could only be caused by one thing. Sure she was kinda cute, but everyone who noticed the dark wet patch sat somewhere else usually as far as possible in the carriage from her I moved up a little closer out of curiosity. She had a sort of goofy smile, and would look at the other girl at the window, or say something too quiet to hear, pulling her back to the seat. I knew that smile, it was the kind a cat that just ate a canary had, or a girl who had recently scratched any number of types of scratches that took her fancy. In any case she would take on a slightly darker expression when people ignored her or walked away, but she looked otherwise quite content and composed. Maybe the event that led to her jeans looking like that had been particularly discomforting for a while and she had just given in eventually and was now sitting in the afterglow of relief.
At the next station the other girl was looking excitedly at boys again. It seems she could not be trusted to go out alone, or she would probably end up trying to have sex with every cute boy she saw. Curiously at the next station the excited girl, got off with an older lady sitting near the carriage door. They had waved at the now alone girl through the window and then the train had moved on, the older woman holding tightly to the excitable girl who went to run at every cute boy they walked past on the platform.
The first girl, now alone; took the window seat vacated by the other girl, and looked out the window or occasionally around the carriage. She seemed to be rummaging around in a bag she was carrying now. On a whim i moved up, noticing of course a damp spot on the train seat she had recently vacated, and sat at the seat which backed onto the seat the girl now sat at. She saw me walk past, and we both gave each other an amicable nod and smile, which in itself seemed to surprise her, she went a little red and started fussing with her hand in her lap. Which was all the more notable, since her lap was quite wet.
She seemed curious that I had sat so close, instead of running away in disgust like everyone else in the carriage. It seemed although she had been accompanying people with disabilities, the girl herself outside of the initially vacant looking look she gave at first impression, which i had realised was actually a smug look; she didn't actually seem to have any disability, other than the fact she seemed to wet herself with enough nonchalance that she could be mistaken for having one. I had observed her for a while, and it was clear she was pretending to be a little slow, but the moment nobody was looking she took on an air of competence.
I took a breath, then leaned my head back a bit and spoke to her, "So... was that a one time accident, a hobby or a habit?"
She sat forward a little and leant on the window to look at me with curiosity. She gave me a purplexed look. I tilted my head a little and looked down into the corner of my eye, and gave my head a little tilt, indicating the direction of her lap. A range of interesting emotions played across her face, some of them turning her cheeks red, one causing her to flash a smirk, just for a fraction of a second but i caught it. She settled on embarrassed, then after a moment her face took on a clearly well practiced neutral expression, and she went to say something, going from the breath she took, something well rehearsed and probably dismissive and well acted. I gestured her to silence with a finger, then handed her a card with my contact details. "If it is a hobby or a habit, or perhaps you don't want it to be an accident.. let me know.."
She took the card curiously, and glanced at it, giving me a surprised expression. I winked, then stood up, since the next stop was mine, I moved past her row of seats to the door as the train stopped.. I was probably imagining things, but it looked the the dark patch on her jeans was getting bigger as I stood at the door waiting for it to open. She was looking at me with an odd expression, almost expectant as if she had silently asked a question and was waiting for an answer. I looked at her legs, going by the growing dark patch on the seat and floor carpet, it wasn't my imagination. I shot her a smile, and shot her the universal gesture for "perfection" with my hand as I stepped out the door. Her face had gone red again, but now she had a secretive smirk on her face, and was looking away shyly.
As the train door slid shut behind and the train moved off, I let go of the breath I had not realized I had been holding, and rubbed my face. Phew. That had gone better than I thought it would.
Although the girl must have thought it was pretty smooth, by the time i got home there was already a message waiting.