A skinny white girl, hair in a severe pony tail, purse awkwardly thumping in time to her heart against her side. She watches too closely for pickpockets.
She sees:
A broad man, tattoos peeking out from a stained white tank top along with matted chest hairs.
Moving quickly:
He takes the seat next to her, shifting his bulk on the hard yellow-and-white plastic.
She starts:
The girl's tiny frozen smile, fast flushing cheeks, her nervous darting eyes. The lashes flutter with too much mascara.
He notices and:
A slow warm grin coming over his now-friendly face. A half-melted crayon of a smile, or brownies that burn fresh out of the oven (but taste so much better that way).
He watches:
As I (palegirltoomuchmakeuppretentiousnovel) smile back.
I like this :)
ReplyDeleteIn a strange way it reminds me of when my car broke down and all the clean cut boys who drove past just yelled obscenities as I was stuck in the middle of the road....and it was the scariest looking biker dude who came to my rescue.
hahahahahaha thank you. it just goes to show that first appearances aren't everything :)
ReplyDeleteA lovely capture of that feeling on the subway you get when you are female...ever=present suspicion, disarmed and quash by sincere friendliness.
ReplyDeleteWhere does the term Obscure Object come from? A novel I think? I can't remember which it is. Looking for Alaska? Perks of Being a Wallflower? Maybe not either?
Just delicious. I cannot wait for more.
ReplyDelete@Geo, it's actually Middlesex, one of his favorite books :)
ReplyDelete@Forcemeat, thank you! it does mean so much to me.