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Train Rides

I hadn’t taken a train since that weekend. Since she waved goodbye to me on the platform tears in her eyes. Looking back on the tears they seem out of place to me now, she was the one that left me. There she stood however waving. A loose white tank hang from her shoulders wet with the sweat of a Florida afternoon. I sat facing the front of the train. We lurched forward and people swam by on the platform. Then she filled the window. Arms crossed holding a small bag tears in her eyes. At that moment the train seemed to slow to a near stop. Time moved at a glacial pace. We made eye contact her eyes brighten slightly as she slide past. Mine dropped to the floor to torn to watch the slow crawl anymore. I kept my eyes down as an attendant scrambled up and down the aisle first for a salty tasting snack and second with a drink cart which I gladly accepted. I waited holding my phone, hoping deep down that there would be something, a final I’m sorry or even loftier I take it back, but after ten minutes nothing. I looked up and out the window and watched as the Florida landscape speed pass, time resuming its normalcy. I stared out that window for awhile secretly hoping something would give, but knowing nothing would. After awhile I looked inside the cabin. There was a women I hadn’t seen seated a few seats away. She and the people she was with spoke fluent Spanish, which I knew none of, even with my several years living in south florida. I noticed that after every few sentences she spoke with the people she was with she snuck a few glances over at me. I waited for a moment and took a good glance at her. She was going probably twenty two to twenty five. She had large brown eyes that were quite soft in color. She held a deep stare but with her eyes it wasn’t intimidating it was warming. She wore a tight white tee that clung to her in all the right ways. The skirt or shorts, it was hard to tell from my seat quit at about mid thigh. Below her eyes she had a sly smile. Ever few minutes the group would laugh and I could see her smile and giggled calculated and innocent. We made eye contact and she smiled. Her soft skin was pocketed with bumps from an outbreak of acne. What’s most compelling is that it didn’t take away from her beauty, it actually added to it, it made her human. It was a flaw a very small flaw, but it made her something I couldn’t take my eyes off. And for a second I swore time slowed down.

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One more

I was drunk once more. The bar was lite in an earthly blue and sparsely populated. I had been there for awhile now and had devoured a homemade ramen that lacked any flavor. The two dollar pbrs kept me coming back and at this time I had had several dollars worth. There was a couple seated a few stools down from me, he was thin and lanky. Probably just cresting at six feet. His hair was a wasted blonde that looked more cared for then any other part of his actual body. She was a shorter and heavy set brunette, tattooed and loud. She leaned in to the blonde but seemed distant even if her story was loud. Directly across the bar was a young twosome. One girl was a middle sized beauty of a blonde. The pony tail sat half tied as if a second thought on the top of her head. Next to her was a jet black beauty. Her skin was a tanner white and her eyes a large brimmed black. She had tats on either arm that told a story one would be lucky to start. She leaned in and laughed at something the blonde said, her eyes hanging on every detail that was brought forward. She wore a lighter yellow top that hung to her body but only just. I couldn’t see more of her since she sat up to the bar. I order another beer and decided I would try again later. I looked outside past the big picture windows that lined the front of the restaurant. There were a few people seated at sofas directly under the window and at some mid height tables directly across from those. A blindly white dog walked passed and as I rubbed my eyes I realized that his white was offset alittle by patches of what can only be described as a desert tan. On the far side of the road three individuals make there way away from me. One is in front with a snap back hat and white beater. He leads the charge confident in each step. The other two lag behind, perhaps laughing, perhaps slowed by alcohols ever present grasp. The slower laugh out loud slapping each other on the back to some unheard joke, the boy in front rolls his eyes and quickens his pace clearly unimpressed by his friends.

I order another and ask for my tab. It’s time to go and I have work to do tomorrow. The check is blurry and I sign what I think is a good tip. I head toward the bathroom and relieve myself in a sticky barely lite bathroom. Outside I find my lighter and go to use it on a cigarette. I mean comes up to me, about the same height, he has long ruffled hair and a beard that looks more like a Brillo pad then facial pattern. His clothes have seen better days but still cling to some amount of hope, “ hey man, you got any spare change for me”. I hesitate for. Brief second then reach into my front right pocket. Nothing. My front left, still nothing. My back pocket which holds my pack, is empty of any money. One pocket holds promise as it carries my wallet, but upon opening it I am greeted with the dark brown of the walls of the same wallet. Sorry man I guess I am out I say, as I stumble toward the next bar.

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Do you even think she’s listening

I’m sitting up against a bar and looking at the various bottles behind it at the picture directly to the side of me. I have headphones in because I have nothing to say to anyone. From this angle however I can see almost everyone at the bar without being seen. Currently I’m watching a younger women two stools down from me talk to a guy occupying the spot next to her. The man is in his mid fourties, he is wearing a faded light blue t shirt. Originally I think it is some cheap captain America shirt but I don’t recognize the label on the front. The women wears a floral print top that hangs of the shoulders. The pattern is on the darker side with a deep blue interior and lighter flowers that populate the spaces in between. She is good looking, very good looking. Her smile is dangerous it begs to be unleashed more and isn’t in the lips like most smiles but resides more inside of her eyes. My eyes shift down from her head to her shoulders and skin residing outside of the faux flower shirt. It flows nearly perfectly, it looks soft and healthy. The color is a lighter dark. Like a coffee with a few less creamers. I can’t take my eyes off of her. She laughs at a joke he tells and I feel a jolt of electricity run through my body. The laugh is perfect, it’s reserved but flirty, sly but sexy. I know it’s not meant for me but I’m smitten.

I order another beer, and older gentlemen on my left do the same. My head full I realize someone is talking to me. It’s the men to my left. “ I said what’s your poison” “oh sorry, nothing to dangerous just drinking a beer on the this evening” - “well why not take it a step further”

As he finishes this sentence the young bartender ha placed three shot glasses in front of us. I pick it up and clang it against the gentlemen who bought it for me and mumble some semblance of a cheers. It’s tequila, I hate tequila it always feels like it clings to your throat on the way down. Reminding you of both what you have done and the mistakes you are still to make. I grimace a bit and put the shot glass down. I look into the mirror to continue my blank stare and notice the floral girl staring at my reflection smiling...

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When your comforts are gone.

My ac is out again. It’s mid afternoon on a Florida skyline. There is a gentle rolling fog created after the quick downpour that has just past. I’m laying with just some gray meshed gym shorts on, staring at an window unit with no purpose. Warm sweat slides down the front of my face. I know I have to call my land lord but I know her response, “I can’t get there till the weekend at the earliest”. Truthfully I don’t care when she gets here, more then likely Saturday will come and go and she will ask if someone showed up and I’ll answer truthfully “no”. Nothing will change.

Florida is hottest after it rains. The storm pushes through and takes any chance of relief with it. The ground and reaching palms are coated with a cool moisture but as I lay staring at the ceiling the best I can gather is a hot pour. I don’t want to move but I know I should. The ac isn’t getting better for at least a half a week and I don’t have much options. Sweat pushes past my brow and I wipe it. My glasses begin to fog and I pull them off my face accepting that for a little while I won’t be able to see. I look around my room. Beer bottles and books litter the floor making any step one might take infinitely more difficult. The front door although muffled suddenly and briefly flashes a blue light. A storm is passing but I hear no thunder. I have always found rain with lightning calming. When you look at the window you can watch the pattern and intensity of the rain on the road and watch the drum of the lighting with no interruption from the crash of thunder. It’s the first time I have smiled tonight, and it feels good. Sweat rolls past my brow and into my eye, the sting is sharp and instant.

It’s a half an hour later and the sweat has moved to the rest of my body. It swarms like mosquitoes on summers night. My sheets begin to feel cooler then my body. The coldness appears to come not from relief but the soaking and drying of my own sweat. More lightning, and I sit up. The rain has subsided some what. The blue light is intermittent and I begin to wonder if I can escape to somewhere cooler by foot. Without moving I look toward the door and see keys and a wallet. On the chair to my left is a pair of pants faded and dirty with unwash. Another flash and I have moved, I pull the pants over my legs hopping just a bit to make sure they make it over my knees. I grab headphones and the lot next to the door and put a firm hand on the door. I open the door as the sun fades. I walk toward a bar hoping to escape from the heat. I take two steps toward my destination and the ground tumbled beneath me as the first thunder sounds off announcing a storm, yet seen.