On the train

I'm taking the train. It makes me nervous at first. All those different souls, thoughts and lives captured in one small compartment. I like to think, I like to fill in the blanks while I gaze upon someone trying to figure out what is going on in them. She is talking on the phone besides me. Every day is an episode of her lifeline. She creates the story herself and puts herself into the middle. I could write a book on the short conversation she has on the phone with a friend. She says goodbye and puts down the phone. She tapped me on the arm unintentionally. "Sorry!" She said. I smiled at her and said it was ok. I was happy to be a small part in her story.