Sunday, December 20, 2020

Six Feet

 The train is getting a little crowded, but I bury my face in my book and ignore it as best I can.

Then a voice cuts the quiet. “SIX FEET SIX FEET SIX FEET SIX FEET!”

A family - mother pushing baby carriage with baby, father, unmasked child of about eleven or so - hustle past me down the train, speaking Russian in quiet, offended tones, while the rest of the train behind them watches them in silent judgement.

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