She moves past you. You see pain.

He gets on, sits beside her. Both uncomfortable.

An awkward exchange, both speaking at once. He wants to “take care of it.” She acquiesces, nodding silently. He gives her his card.

He disembarks, then she.

You look at the seat. Paper scraps everywhere.

James loves Linux, gaming, and, apparently, fifty-word stories (who knew?). Find him at http://skynet.ie/~program9.

Editor’s Note: I’d love to hear other people’s interpretations of this story. I know what I think it means, but I think it could be understood in a lot of different ways, which is really cool. Offer your explanation by leaving a comment!