short stories

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"BART"

06:28:2016

Across me the lady sat, low cut teal tank top (with detailed stripes) and on her water bottle was the name "Nathan." A dilapidated hairstyle and listless facial expression taught me everything I had wanted to find outdoors for the day: what it meant to inexorably suffer. Perhaps her age was around 50, because her saggy breasts revealed a narrow margin to which the lady could still fit in. The lady never spoke. To be fair, neither did I.