Feel Better

Boarding the train, he takes his reserved seat, beside a woman. She smiles and asks many questions. He answers indirectly. Their conversation starts and stops. She gives up, choosing to read instead.

The landscape is flat and green, and stretches forever like this.

They discuss books. Noticing the way she thumbs the pages, he says, "You don't like that book, do you?"

She assures him she does, and goes back to reading.

He thinks this was stupid to say, so looks out the window. The trees are grey and leafless, ordered into neat rows. He finds this fascinating, and touches her leg to get her attention. She is pleased by the sight, and smiles at him, squinting in the late-day sunlight. He looks out the window some more. The train arrives at the station. His stop. He gets up to leave, says good bye. Afterward, somewhere outside the train, on the street, waiting at the crosswalk, he wonders what her name was.

I drew this for a friend.

My friend told me to draw this. I was relieved when my friend expressed satisfaction with the final product.

For the foreseeable future, we will continue to be friends.

Lovely!

Facts. You're breathing oxygen. And the Sun is sending waves of heat at our planet at a speed of 186,000 miles per second.


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What are you waiting for?

Then go see Birdman.

I'd be a rad woman.

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    He also said some other stupid shit like, “I really want to write a good love story. Not the cheesy stuff, you know? I really like a well told love story, one where it's not so simple, yeah? There aren't many of those.”

    She nodded and said that this was a good goal to have. Honestly, she never was a fan of romance, but all the same, she wasn't going to dump on the guy for having some goals in life.
 
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