From a Prompt created at a writing group I joined called “Bancroft Manor”
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I ride the same train to and from work five days a week.
I take the same seat next to the window near the middle of the car so I can charge my phone, God knows why I hardly ever get calls or texts.
I suppose I do that because it’s what one does and when one is in public one makes the effort to belong.
One day a new passenger got on the train and of all the seats she could have taken, she took the one in front of me.
I did not because it didn’t matter what I said or did. I doubt if she even really saw me.
The new person, phone in hand gave it a little swipe with her finger and then she disappeared, as most people do, into the small screen.
I was relived.
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