Solitary

Bright, florescent pink running shoes and it looks like he’s not wearing socks, but maybe just really really low cut peds. Dark grey sweatpant shorts with a white drawstring. The exposed legs between sneakers and shorts are covered in long, dark hair. He’s wearing a body armor long sleeved shirt with the sleeves pushed up….

Nap Time Corner

That corner over there is the nap time corner. Four people with their eyes closed trying to catch a few more moments of rest before they have to rush rush rush around all day. Maybe one of them is actually heading home having worked all night and is pre-empting sleep, giving hirself a little preview…

Thinking

What is she thinking about, biting her lip like that? What is playing in her headphones? Her green-blue eyes flick back and forth as she watches things flash by outside. She leans on the bar with one hand, standing on one foot, her other foot resting on its toe. Brown leather boots with a slight…

The Runner

He’s leaning forward like a runner at the start line. Ready to bolt, right hand braced on his leg, left elbow propped on the other, his chin in his hand. He’s wearing big, clunky work boots that would make running difficult. A red backpack and canon camera hang off one arm. Deep-set eyes in a…

Ski-Jump Rose

Her nose looks bumpy, but it curves up right at the end like a ski jump. Crossed legs, bag in her arms. Her blond hair is pulled back, but it wisps out, fluttering near her eyes. Pierced ears, but no earrings. Looking away. Profile. She’s thinking. Pale eyes, most likely blue. Gold chain around her…

Sleepy

Ankles crossed, eyes closed, neck loose, hands clasped easily in his lap. His dark brown/grey hair matches his jacket. His eyes open and he licks his lips, checking what station he’s at. Eyes close again, body jolting gently along with the train.

Master

There is something about a man wearing black leather gloves that is both inherently sexy and at the same time creepy. Serial killer-esque mixed with Alpha/Master. This man has not only black leather gloves, but well polished black leather shoes and a well-cared for black leather satchel/briefcase. Charcoal grey, tailored suit, and a matching fitted…

hey

Hey, I’m sorry if this is awkward, but I wanted to let you know that I usually don’t do this and I know that you don’t even know that I have done this, but I still feel like I should apologize. You see I didn’t notice you until it was almost my stop and I…

Paranoia

Tight pinched face. Suspicious darting eyes. Glasses hanging around her neck on a multicolored cord. Shopping bags on her wrists. Blue flats, blue shirt, blue vest. She is always looking into the car behind eyes, her eyes squinting down as she moves her head back and forth to try and see someone or something behind…

Unfocused

He seems unfocused, dreamy, his feet point at me, but he gazes at the floor in another direction. His silver watch is too loose on his left wrist. He turns his attention to his phone, brow furrowing, the iPhone small in between his two hands. Black loafers, black pants, black overcoat, and a startlingly white…

No Assumptions

She can’t decide if it’s he’s pretty or she’s handsome or ze’s gorgeous, the person sitting across from her refuses easy labels and she likes that. PGPs can only be obtained by asking, but this person is with someone and she doesn’t want to be rude. She wants to mention that the person’s skin is…

Restless

He’s tiny, scrambling all over the yellow and orange seats babbling back at his parents who watch in fond, mildly exasperated concern. He stands up and totters back and forth, his slight weight barely enough to counteract the swaying and shaking of the train. He can’t sit still his blue, orange, and black sneakers dangling…