I got on the train and sat in the corner. There was a little dragonfly sitting by the air conditioning vent. I lightly blew at it and she started to flutter. From her movement she looked injured. I thought about carefully taking her out of the train when I reached my stop, and started reading my book.
My stop came and I turned to find she had made her way to my shoulder. I smiled, feeling like a storybook giant who had a little animal pal.
The doors opened and I slowly stood up. I'll try to pick her up off my shoulder and drop her somewhere that will give her a fighting chance, I thought. But before I could, she sensed the warm air and flew away.
Turns out, she wasn't broken, just waiting for her moment. Like the rest of us.