Ride

She listened to the man in front of her click away on his laptop doing work. She was well beyond pretending that her time commuting could be used working productively. She preferred to simply let that time be the parenthetical in her daily routine, the time when she let her mind go numb. Sometimes she wrote. Sometimes she took photos of the passing scenery. Sometimes she let her jaw go slack and drooped sideways onto total strangers.

But mostly she did nothing more than let the wheels of the train separate her from the world for just a little bit of time.

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