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  • Brielle looked at the packed subway approaching from the suburbs. She hated being in small confined spaces and the ten minute trip downtown was the worst part of her day.
    "Are you sure you don't want to walk?" Asked Brielle
    "It's raining." Gareth said as he stomped his boots on the tiled floor.
    "I know, but look at the train."
    "It's like that everyday. Why are you being so difficult this morning?"
    "I'm..." Brielle stopped herself. She wasn't going to fight. Not this morning.
    Pushing their way onto the train, Brielle grabbed the overhead bar and turned her face downwards closing her eyes. She could feel the bodies pressing against her and someone's cold hand touching hers on the bar. She couldn't even take a deep breath because that would bring them closer and she hated being close to strangers. She didn't want to feel their tired bodies near her or take in their morning smells exuding the choices of the day before.
    "Did you get my message?"
    "Message? You mean messages. I got all ten of them." Brielle looked up and stared at Gareth's underarm.
    "Your always on your phone, why can't I ever reach you?"
    "I turned the sound down yesterday. I forgot to turn it back on."
    Gareth shifted so Brielle was staring at his chest. " You could have texted back."
    "I didn't see the point."
    "You never see my point."
    Brielle nodded her head and closed her eyes. One more stop to go.

    (1:06.03)

    [photo by Emmy Ann Horstkamp]
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