mazeways

you can be quick, right Needles? quick as a mouse?

think fast. he doesn't break stride for even a moment as you near the end of the car. you're going to do something risky.

the middle of these green line cars are flat and level close to the ground. at the center, a narrow walkway is flanked by a set of benches facing each other. on either side, it widens into a main hub with more standing room, before narrowing again to a small set of steps leading to an elevated platform.

you reach the hub and swing down onto one of the priority seats. he heaves a massive, bulky black backpack off and drops himself into the seat directly beside you. he's coming down. do it now.

the large man widens his stance. his knees flex and his black trousers crease at the seams. you lean forward and to the right. he turns to face you as his body sinks.

you're just too quick. you push off and dart back up the aisle of the train. you hear his bag thud into the seat, zippers jangling. you reach the front end of the train. the doors slam shut in front of you, blocking your way.

fuck.
you make your way up to the front of the train and sit in the seat nearest the motorman. the train lurches forward and begins speeding towards the next station.

from opposite ends of the train car, he continues to stare in your direction, but not without obstructions. you don't think he caught your face, but your big fuzzy ears are distinct enough. the tension remains for several stops.

wait it out

{ quit mazeway }