How About Something Less Ordinary. (A Collection of Short Stories)
I get the blues almost every night.
I saw this woman nearly everyday. In a strange way, we sort of knew each other. (Those who reguarly catch public transport would understand the familiarity of it all) Occiasionally, we would exchange a few words, a greeting here or there, something ambivalent about the morning's weather.
If she wasn't on the bus that morning, I would notice, but think nothing else on it. After all, I do have other things to think about.
After so many years of seeing the same person, you would make up your own background story for them, what they do for a living, are they married etc. (In her case, I decided on dentist or secretary)
One morning, I noticed she had only two fingers on her left hand.
Why this sudden realisation shocked me, I've no idea, but I could not wrap my head around the fact that I had not noticed it before. All these new questions floated around like confetti in my head, how did it happen, when did it happen, and things of that nature.
I thought of nothing else, but only for a moment.
If she wasn't on the bus that morning, I would notice, but think nothing else on it. After all, I do have other things to think about.
After so many years of seeing the same person, you would make up your own background story for them, what they do for a living, are they married etc. (In her case, I decided on dentist or secretary)
One morning, I noticed she had only two fingers on her left hand.
Why this sudden realisation shocked me, I've no idea, but I could not wrap my head around the fact that I had not noticed it before. All these new questions floated around like confetti in my head, how did it happen, when did it happen, and things of that nature.
I thought of nothing else, but only for a moment.