That Poor Man

He’s sitting there, all alone and solemn seeming to keep to himself. The train is filled with the regular afternoon crowd yet this man is somehow ignoring it all. We leave for the next station and he doesn’t move. He just sits and sits and sits and sits all while mindlessly staring out the window. This place reeks of freshly smoked cheap cigarettes and the sound of obnoxious music, how does this man disregard anything without the help of earphones or a book? Woah. This man could easily pass for a wizard. He could turn everyone around him into toads if he really wanted to. Or maybe just poof them out of here. That’d be a very useful trick; getting rid of all that is obnoxious on this train.

A homeless woman boarded the train. And of course she goes right up to this man asking for the usual. He has sympathy in his eyes as he shakes his head. This poor woman is carrying all she owns and yet it’s illegal to give her change. No wonder this man feels terrible. As the woman leaves the man quickly grabs his things and races past. The smell of his cologne fills the air around as he runs by. Getting off the train he runs for the poor woman. He smiles then makes a gesture toward what seemed like a restaurant. An electronic voice notifies passengers of the next stop as the doors slide to a close. The woman is still insight and she seems to pull something out of her coat. All of a sudden a loud CRACK fills the air as the train goes on.