Faces on a Train
He had seen that face before, in his slumbers and in his daydreams but now that face was here in solid form before him. He sat in the train gazing at this perfect beauty, just feet away on the opposite rail. Was she real or was he dreaming? No, this was real, he could smell the stale sweat and see the the ‘don’t bother me’ expressions in the eyes of the other passengers on the train. Her eyes met his, a half smile then those blue eyes looked away and down at her morning paper. Auburn hair,...