(He didn’t want to be on the tram. Not that late.) A freshly-laminated poster informs passengers that violence against transport workers is a crime – a ‘troubled’ youth yawns on it and fogs it up – while, opposite him fidgeting on her seat, a sari-clad woman attempts to connect to family far away, resorting to online chats instead. Some distance to the left, a couple of young guys inquire of a middle-aged woman which stop is for the park, which is given, wrongly the first time so they request it but stay on, before the woman realizes that the two must be going to the park to do those things she’s heard people do in the park at night: her face changes. Still, the stop is right, they get off and there’s a party, Chinese lanterns soaring in the starlit sky, the woman heaves a sigh of relief, she liked those two somehow.
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“She liked those two somehow.” I get that. A couple of kids, hell-bent on well what I did as a young person in a remote and overgrown location, were hiking into one of my dog-walking spots as I was leaving. They were embarrassed to see me. I know they had no idea that I had once been them and that I loved their guilty faces and their plans. ❤
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Hi! Sorry for the late response. Yes, it’s funny how different generations “mix” their own memories and experiences this way (if only one could find the courage and speak when something like this happens! 🙂 In this case, it was actually two boys, so you could tell the lady was torn for a few seconds between liking them and almost hoping it wasn’t what she thought they were going to the park for. And then, she just decided to like them, whatever would happen. The party was just her excuse to be relieved.
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