waiting for my train.
i flatten skittles between my fingers, nibble off the candy shell pieces embedded in my fingerprints, suck off the color stains. i feel eyes on me, look to my left. there’s a man there watching me, intently. a very average looking man, a forgettable man with bland blonde hair, peachy skin, not of a remarkable height or build.
but there is a hunger in his glassy eyes that i’ll never forget. i can’t tell if it’s because of me, or my skittles, or maybe both. he licks his bottom lip, quickly, like a lizard, and a chill of disgust and vulnerability runs up my spine.
i fold over the open end of my skittles and put them away.
