2:12 Bus stop
I was waiting for the bus…holding a winning 10 dollars lottery ticket..happy…smiling…the rain is pouring…tomorrow is pay day.. a slight smile.. looking at the fire station.. no fire trucks visible..weird… there is usually one there…a blonde school girl passes by.. green pea coat and a peach pashmina scarf.. she smiles.. i smile back..
the bus is late.. i didn’t care much… i was happy.. warm in my vintage wool blend coat.. suddenly something poked my shoulder.. my reverie was broken..shattered…crashed…
Looked around.. a figure in a camel coat.. knee length.. i didnt look at the face.. i saw a white beard . and neck stubble.. something like a fawn’s goattee… a myth… maybe a reality… white face.. brown eyes.. and facial hair.. and she said.. did the bus come yet.. I said no ma’am it did not.. i lowered my gaze.. she sat down on the bench in the bus shelter.. i was next to her.. i didn’t stare.. though a feeling in me was urging me to.. the nagging voice of curiosity..
The monster late bus showed up.. the door open.. she goes up…I am right behind her.. i see some riders staring at her… maybe its a shock for them… for a moment …remember the Cypriots ladies i met in a village in Cyprus a few years ago.. they had facial hair.. some sign of beauty they told me.. a sign of fertility or something along those lines.
I sink into the seat,, warm .. gazing at the outside world through a misty glass..thinking of time passed.. and there up in front sits the bearded lady.. all by herself.. an outsider in the bus commune.. a soul isolated because of something she has no control over..