Short Story by Raconteuse

Though I usually ride for only about an hour, but my jejune train rides to work have compelled me to come up with some fun games of my own. So as I board the train from Glasgow for Edinburgh today, I decide to put my cortex to work by trying to analyze the demeanor of my fellow passengers. I run a furtive glance over my research subjects, trying to bifurcate the everyday faces and the strangers. For today, I would focus only on the everyday ones because it gives me an edge of familiarity. As I run a clockwise glance of my surrounding from left to right, a lady with hazel-colored hair and glasses, on my right side, caught my eye. She is a new face in my everyday crowd. She is sitting near the window. She has impeccable hazel hair with streaks of blonde. Her black cat-eye glasses were in perfect contrast with her porcelain white skin. There was something about the lady that accentuated her eyes. From where I could see, she was quite poised and poignant. The rest of her face was covered w...

“If you like a thing just put a ring on it..woh-o-o-o-woho..” , he sang in his atonal-malapropism way. I sat there wondering, “For past few days he has been singing it wrong. I expected him to know by now. If I stop him, will it be nagging? After all I stop him from doing so many things. I nag him for chewing too loud, for singing in public and for his skepticism. God! I don’t want to hear the endless list. Can I think of something else? Where was I? Oh yes! Should I tell him not to murder one of the greatest hits of Beyoncé?”  Before my chain of thoughts could near the end, he stopped singing. I thank my stars. There must be a God after all. I continue to look outside the window. The pandemic has left the streets deserted. I don’t want to think about the grim situation and so I continue to think of us.   “Chris and I have been dating for over 5 years now. Some mutual friends had introduced us in a college party somewhere in 2015 and I instantly disliked him. He seemed like on...