Train Watching
By mystyblu1
Traveling across the desert by train, staring out the window at miles and miles of nothing interesting. Cactus, shrub brush, dry land, boring, boring, boring, occasional flare-up of a small hole in the wall town, otherwise, dullsville. Train lurches to a stop, we have arrived at a decent size town. handsome, tall, Texan steps on the train, stows his bag, sits down in the seat across the aisle. boots, hat, muscles, pure cowboy, pure delicious, finally, something to look at. Staring out the corner of my eye, I watch his every move, hands fold and unfold, shifts in his seat, scratches his head, coughs ever so lightly, the tiniest movement, mesmerizing. I'm to shy to speak, can only smile slightly, but my eyes are hawk-like, keenly observing, never losing focus. He speaks on his cell phone, deep dark bass tones, rich in volume, I can only imagine that southern drawl, whispering sweet nothings in my ear. Train lurches to a stop, alas, we have arrived at his destination, cowboy picks up his bag, steps off the train, my eyes re-adjust to staring at the endless desert, cactus, shrub brush, dry land, sigh, sigh, big sigh. Written December 8th, 2001 © on Dec 08 2001 11:34 AM PST 0 • 8
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