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…
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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.
Two Rows Back
She sat two rows back and stared intently at the back of his neck. His collar rode up in the back and all she wanted to do was adjust it and press her mouth to the strip of bare flesh between his collar and the edge of his hairline. She wanted to feel the heat…
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…
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…
Little Gentian 