I think I saw your pixie
July 18, 2011 § Leave a comment
I was riding the train tonight and a few stops into my ride, a girl stepped on. She had short, bright blonde hair with deep purple stripes in a few choice places around her pale, round face. She walked across the aisle with a rather large amount of determination for such a short trip. When she got in front of the opposite door, she stood straight in front of the window and fixed her hair with a curious mixture of confidence and insecurity until she was finally satisfied with the image staring back at her.
She was alone and gazed forward through blue eyes that glistened with that moist sparkle eyes get just before they shed a tear. But her eyes weren’t sad, they were simply aware — wide open to the fact that the world is sometimes too much to bear. She carried a large purse, probably full of bar receipts dating months back, RedEyes with half-completed crossword puzzles and loose change she’s holding onto for the next time she needs to do laundry.
While she stood against the section divider, she picked away at the already-chipped black nail polish she likely kept forgetting to take off. The residue fell on her gray Converse sneakers that were tilted slightly inward, creating the foundation of an invisible wall extending upward. She rested behind that wall, supported by the train, comfortably removed from the world around her.
As the train approached her stop, she slowly lifted her small frame from the divider and stepped out of the car, into the night and off on her way.
Perhaps she was worried her friends would be annoyed that she was late for the drinks she’d promised to get with them weeks ago. Maybe she was off to see a local band play at a small underground rock club she’d never been to before. Or maybe she was going home to a glass of wine and the book she’d been meaning to finish since August.
I don’t know, but you should look for her the next time you’re on the train. She resembled a pixie and very well could have been a little on the crazy side.