Helix Pumpkin

[squirmelia]

He investigated the magazines, with a sketch pad under his arm, and then went to sit on a bench on the platform, where I watched him, out of the window, and just for that moment, I felt as if I was in love with him, until the train started to move.

He sat next to me on the train, tearing up paper throughout the journey. Sometimes he would stop and speak in business tones to someone called "Helix Pumpkin".

He looked like a zombie, and his dark eyes were focused, unblinking, on something behind me, something not real, a pint that was no longer there, perhaps. He did not move at all during the time in which I watched him.

Comments

[kaleidazcope.livejournal.com]

it's especially common on cold days when the man sat next to me presses his body and legs into mine(a gesture which always excites me terribly) to fall in love on a train.

[squirmelia.livejournal.com]

I often seem to fall in love with the world again, when on the train. Maybe because it is moving.