Not Her
She was at the airport, right outside the arrival gates were passengers were walking out hastily to meet someone or to hail a taxi. She however, had walked out, looked around at the vast, high clinical-white ceilings and then sat down. Then she sat down on her luggage, pink with an awkward bunny drawn clumsily on it. She had a backpack from which she pulled out a book and a pair of headphones. She sat there, listening to music, reading her book, waiting for someone to come along. The simple silver circle around her neck, held by a piece of black leather swung lazily like a pendulum. Oblivious to the world.
And a distance away, she watched the pink bunny luggage girl, sucking on colourful powdered fruit candy. She wished she could trade places with the girl. And there she would be, with all her possessions, at a place where she could escape to wherever she wanted to go.
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She was on a train once again. As she watched the world outside the window blur past quickly backwards, she couldn't supress a smile. There she was, with music drowning out the world, travelling to wherever she wanted to go. With all her minimal but favourite possessions at the moment, music, money, her hemp bag, the multi-colored jute scarf tied around her waist, the red plastic hairclip. Headed all the way towards the city to a foreign bookstore to fetch a book. She was right where she wanted to be. Looking down, she saw that her seat was torn, its stuffing pulled out to reveal the dull metal, the skeleton of the seat. Someone had stuffed a piece of tissue into the hole but it didn't matter. She had run all the way to catch this train, and she was happy to get a seat. So yes, maybe she should stick to herself for awhile. All thoughts of the pink luggage girl had floated away as she gazed out at the oversymbolized telegraph pole markers, occasionally catching a reflection of herself and her things in the mirror, the roar of music pulling her into a world of solitude.
And a distance away, she watched the pink bunny luggage girl, sucking on colourful powdered fruit candy. She wished she could trade places with the girl. And there she would be, with all her possessions, at a place where she could escape to wherever she wanted to go.
She was on a train once again. As she watched the world outside the window blur past quickly backwards, she couldn't supress a smile. There she was, with music drowning out the world, travelling to wherever she wanted to go. With all her minimal but favourite possessions at the moment, music, money, her hemp bag, the multi-colored jute scarf tied around her waist, the red plastic hairclip. Headed all the way towards the city to a foreign bookstore to fetch a book. She was right where she wanted to be. Looking down, she saw that her seat was torn, its stuffing pulled out to reveal the dull metal, the skeleton of the seat. Someone had stuffed a piece of tissue into the hole but it didn't matter. She had run all the way to catch this train, and she was happy to get a seat. So yes, maybe she should stick to herself for awhile. All thoughts of the pink luggage girl had floated away as she gazed out at the oversymbolized telegraph pole markers, occasionally catching a reflection of herself and her things in the mirror, the roar of music pulling her into a world of solitude.
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