YOU KNOW IT WHEN IT'S THERE
Taking the subway in Metropolis at 8:00 am was notoriously horrible. Clark hated it with a passion. The stations were underground, and the ceilings were too low, and the ticket barriers never worked because he hated pushing on them too hard. It smelled like piss and oil and stale cigarette smoke, and garbage piled up around trashcans.
The saddest people stayed in train stations, under eaves and by the platform, sitting on cold concrete and tile despondently, cardboard signs forlornly abandoned during the weekends. It was pointless to beg from the locals; they were too used to ignoring them.
Lois pulled him alongside her, the clacking of her heels lost in the din and press of bodies. Clark would have lost her if not for her firm grip on his smooth hands.
"Come on Clark, that's our train over there!" she tugged him more insistently and expertly bobbed her way through the crowd. Clark felt like a bull in a china shop in comparison; bumping into businessmen and students and travelers alike.
"I don't know why we couldn't have taken a taxi," he finally caught up to her as they shoved their way onto the quickly filling train. She lifted his hand to her lips and kissed it chastely.
"Clark," she said with a smile, completely ignoring his pout,, "I'm not paying forty dollars for a taxi when the train will put us ten feet from the Planet. It's your fault we're late anyway."
The memories of that morning, when they'd shared a shower (and a little more than that) wiped away what little irritation he felt.
Thanks for reading guys! Thought I'd share to cheer myself up. ^_^
YellowWomanontheBrink
November 29, 2017
5:21 PM