"Let's take the train it'll be fun!" Sure. I'm sure it's fun to visit a coal mine too. But I follow her, and step on her heels. She's not as fast as she would seem. Her lips blur while she talks, they move like hummingbird wings. But she walks slow. I bump into her heels again. The wings stop. Expensive shoes apparently. Her chin is lowered, her eyes are up, and I believe she's disappointed with the velocity of my gait. I step back. She's on the train, and I'm on the platform, and as if my will could move metal, the train doors close. Years later my sister will call me on the way to her wedding. They became friends through separate circumstances, which struck me as odd.

Acrylic on board

6/2006