Exchanging words, he looks at her with a kink in his smile.
His body language changes without warning. He shifts and rotates himself away from her, legs crossed and arms retreated…the typical body language of an outcast. Clearly hurt he remains soundless, his male ego hurt from what is presumed a rejection of a sound idea. She continues to mark the printed paper in red but takes a break to observe the expression on his face. A quick nudge….no response. His gaze is transfixed on a gentleman’s shoe just ahead which were dull and over worn…..he is now lost deep in thought. The corner of his eyes are creased and his lips slightly pierced, it seems no one can penetrate into this man’s mind.
Was it the piece of paper, the disagreement…or the uncomfortable stare from the girl with the orange scarf sitting opposite. Who knows. I leave the carriage and capture a glimpse of remorse, perhaps a reconciliation. The train rides away in the opposite direction and I walk up the steps ready to make the journey home with no knowledge of the conclusion of that story.
My Inspiration….the couple opposite
My Topic….it’s complicated
My Opinion…..stated
Beneath The Canvas 