Monday, April 27, 2015

All In My Head

The two grim looking guys propping up the one bike on the crowded subway have said nothing to each other the entire ride. My stop is coming up, and I can feel my anxiety level rising, knowing I'll have to ask one or the other to move.

"I'm afraid I've boxed myself in," I say to one of them apologetically as we pull to a halt. A wide, toothy grin splits his face, completely transforming him for a moment, and he deftly switches his hips to let me slip past.

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