A Morning Aquaintance

The electronic doors open to the accompaniment of sound. They enter. Some are unknown to me but others I see everyday. These are people from all walks of life: men dressed in suits or jeans; women huddled in their coats or holding the hand of a little one; teens on their way to school with their backpack hanging over their shoulder. I notice that the woman with the red hair is not feeling well today: she keeps wiping her nose with the tissue she holds in her hand. The middle-aged man in a suit looks as if he did not get enough sleep last night. When will these humans learn that sleep deprivation is not the answer to keeping a deadline?Ah, young love is opposite me. I enjoy hearing the giggles, the whispers and seeing the joy they experience at being together. Not at all like the couple next to me who pointedly avoid speaking to one another, Blackberries in their hands. A bleary-eyed young man welcomes the sight of me with a sigh. Not enough sleep, but he sits with a contented smile on his face. Something is making him happy. The doors swish open again and some people leave while yet more enter.

fwf-kellie-elmore-badgeWhat am I?

© Colline Kook-Chun, 2014

(I enjoyed the response to Kellie Elmore’s Personification prompt so much that I thought I would to do another. Hope you enjoy this description as much as the birthday cake 🙂 )

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26 thoughts on “A Morning Aquaintance

  1. I liked this dense little piece – and I have two comments about this particular line:
    “not at all like the couple next to me who pointedly avoid speaking to one another, Blackberries in their hands.”

    first, I like that you did not say this couple’s age – and it comes right after the young love (with the giggles) – but I like that we get to guess at their age – and then the blackberries – well wow – have not heard that word in a while! 🙂

    love your point about sleep too –

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    1. I see so much of this every morning. Often I watch people while on my way to work. Their body language can say so much about them.
      And the Blackberries – the word seemed to suit the piece so much more than I-phones. 🙂

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  2. Wonderful morning passage… nothing changes, life goes on like that 🙂 I enjoyed dear Colline. You inspire me to write… how I wish… maybe one day I can write as you. Have a nice day dear, What am I? I am your forever friend… 🙂 Love, nia
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    1. I know you don’t have this experience in Harties – those who have lived in the big cities such as London, Paris and New York may understand the references 🙂
      I will take some pictures and show you Sonel 🙂

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  3. Hee hee. I want to say a cupa java at Timothy’s…the swishing doors being the door to the coffee shop. The young man’s weary smile could be mine with a cup of coffee in hand – my main sustenance always a source of comfort. However, I’m guessing… subway? ‘Metro’ in Paris?

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  4. THis time, I had a guess before I read any comments. Yes, I thought it a subway seat. It’s been ages since i used one to commute. Twice every day, it could be both frustrating yet profoundly interesting, at the same time.

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  5. Thought provoking Colline, I immediately thought of an elevator, same people every day but that would also be on a train, the description of those covered all ages I think.
    I have never heard of the term blackberries, can only imagine it means a hostile or strained relationship.
    Regards
    Ian

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    1. Definitely the same experience in the elevator Ian. As for Blackberries – it is referring to the name of a phone brand that is used here by business people.

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