A Moment Between Two Strangers
Her crimson cheeks gush out a
flashy smile and a slick wink. I stand
across from her, at the other end of
the cart, balancing bent turns from
a fast trolley as it burrows under
Boston paved streets. She crosses
her slim black stockinged legs then,
folds her hands, as she finds me
looking down. I lift my face up from
the floor and fumble my keys on a
train packed in by people, who are
sitting quietly under the branches
of their overgrown thoughts. Now,
I see her, bowing her head as she sits
laughing hysterically behind the curtains
of her arms long sleeves. Her sharp waving
heels, swirl around in a circular motion
and hypnotizes me while, the train slows to
a walking pace. I squish through a crowd of
passengers who are standing by the exit only
to discover an empty seat with beautiful flowers.
© 2021, Christopher M Frangieh
