He has his eyes closed behind his aviators, nodding his head in time to the tinny beat she can just make out. His tan pants are tight and molded to his legs, his ankles crossed and feet tucked under the seat a little. There’s a small, raised white scar on his left thumb. The veins…
Category: Subway Inspirations
People watching on the subway
Sparks Wanted
The urge to write has mostly left me due to many personal issues, but this man is something to record even if I feel no real spark. I have been admiring suits and ties lately so the first thing I noticed about him was that I thought the knot on his tie was ridiculous. It…
Between His Legs
He had his legs spread, long fingers wrapped around the lower half of a large coffee cup and all she could think about was getting down on her knees between those legs and those long fingers pushing through her short hair. She imagines one of those fingers pressing inside her or all five of them…
Tattoos
Tattoo peeks up over the collar of his loose orange shirt, the cuffs slide down over the backs of his hands. The tattoo looks vaguely floral/greenery and curls a little around his neck. Right below his left ear are two stars, much lighter than the half-hidden tattoo. She imagines how her lips would press to…
Douchebag
It’s funny when you see someone and immediately think douchebag. There is no rhyme or reason. Slick looking white/silver framed sunglasses that fit snugly and are razor thin, a cocky grin, and a number 25 Yankee’s jersey open over a dark blue t-shirt. He’s got sunburn bright red along the top edge of his forearm….
The Couple
She brushes her knuckles down his front in a soothing manner, her face creased with her smile. Her hand is covered in a soft, white hand warmer that covers everything except her fingers from the second knuckle up. He wears heavy work boots and both his feet are pointed directly at her. One hand is…
Torn
His feet point in two different directions, decidedly braced and he looks confused. His eyes are set deeper and the bridge of his nose is a tall wall between them.
Expectations
He’s wearing paint-splattered jeans, black sneakers, and a worn-thin t-shirt with a small spatter of paint on the right sleeve. He speaks with a rough, Brooklyn-born accent, and he has tattoos up both arms, and one on the right side of his neck. Laughing. What’s the matter with you, huh? What’s the matter with you?…
Communion
He held his phone like he was receiving communion, one big hand cupping the one that was holding the white phone. Veins stood out in the backs of his hands and his forearms. Soft, fine hairs covered his forearms. He was wearing those barefoot shoes. His hands seemed just slightly longer than what was strictly…
Two Phones
He has dry cleaning in his lap, his right ankle resting on his left knee, his right knee pointing up. He’s wearing blue and red argyle socks and black dress shoes with two little buckles on each shoe and no laces. The blue of his button down shirt is only a few shades lighter than…
Little Gentian 