The Metro Passenger

Its a proven fact that no matter where you go in this world, Public Transport brings all the wierdos out of the woodwork. Wierd peopl catch trains. And in Moscow, a lot of wierdos catch the Metro. People who look wierd, people who dress wierd, people who act wierd, and people who are all of the aforementioned.

I had an encounter with onesuch wierd person. So I decided to write a story while she was staring at me. Here is that story. Enjoy.

"Ever feel like someone is watching you? Ever wonder why people stand when they can sit? Who is she? Where did she come from? And why is she standing next to me? Are they reading glasses or shooting glasses she’s wearing? She’s thin framed and seems to be quite energetic. Female secret agent material. She’s still watching me, I know. So why me? Am I a threat? I’m not scared. Should I be?

Her coat is of the fur variety. She could fit an Ingram Sub machinegun complete with silencer under there. But by the look of her she is more sophisticated than that. Maybe she’s a robot. She seems to act like one. Her movements are very limited and very accurate. Her hand is close to my neck. Too close. That’s the last time I sit next to a handrail.

Her attention is diverted as the train suddenly comes out of the tunnel. The outside world becomes more interesting to her and she turns to face it. Thank God for that. I glance quickly at her. She has short blonde hair but it’s impossible to tell her age. She could be a relic of the KGB or the latest in a lineup of killing machines that aren’t supposed to exist. Either way, why me? All I did was suggest that perhaps we were being lied to….."