| Doors open to step, shuffle, sidle people past The Voice who rings out destinations. Old Man sticks his nose into the handkerchief while Lady-in-Heels walks past afraid with her momentary question of "Where, where to sit?" and Little Girl pulls her midnight skin cheek, fascinated by elasticity - a stop sudden start again of the train creates heavy sighs. Young Man stares across at Plexiglas and sits, crisp determined to hold his briefcase, next to Pink-Shirt: the fat dark lady with her chin draped over chins. Pimple-Face is stuffed into a shirt and seat with his big moon-head tilted down and small pale hands twiddling, while Old Man sneezes out a thousand germs. Small Hopeful Boy holds a balloon with tender fingers by Sad-Eyed Lady blessed with beautiful hair. Indian Man, fat-brown-cinnamon in a linen smock stares at 80's records from his plastic bag, ignoring Old Hag with the cart who cackles at the lights piercing her eyes - a horn startles five to open expressions of nervous smiles and Old Man shows his crooked teeth to Plexiglas, who grins back just as ugly. Young Man departs leaving a heavy disapproving trail of cologne, while Pink-Shirt smugly expands and gurgles at Little Girl who sings Jesus songs. Small Hopeful Boy has found her out and stands by, sucking his thumb, while Sad-Eyed Lady holds the red balloon and asks Plexiglas if her makeup looks alright. |
| Afternoon Metro Ride |