An Interesting Story

April 20, 2007

It was quiet and cold in the bus I took to Manila yesterday. As usual, there were commuters who were standing up, trying their darndest not to look at each other all throughout the trip—it's some etiquette, I think, not to look to closely at each other's misery. I stole a short glance at them to assure myself (of what, I don't really know) and turned to the window. It was a nice sunny morning. Since its summer, not a lot of people are on the streets as they were busy hiding from the glare of the albeit weak sun.

 

The bus was coming to a turn, gears grumbling, grinding, yawning, to the left.  I stare out of the newly -cleaned plexiglass window. Slowly, a lone person traversing the street came into view. She was walking in a relaxed gait. Her expression was a little blank (which is normal for people who walk through familiar territory) and serene (which is not normal for people who walk through busy thoroughfares), disturbing. She was naked.

 
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