I would like to introduce you to Chicago Guy – he and I once wrote on the same curated blog. He spends his time writing for Huffington Post when he isn’t writing a book.
His short stores about life and love are marvels – just wonderful reads.
I envy his talent – and you will too. Drop by his relatively recent WordPress blog. You won’t be disappointed.
A tired grey morning rain, boarding the elevated train in Chicago, reaching up to grab the strap, standing shoulder to shoulder. She shoots a fast glance as the train lurches forward and our shoulders touch. Decides I’m safe. Leans down to keep scrolling her phone, shakes the red hair from her face. The train slows, a seat opens, I invite her to sit down with my eyes and a nod. She does. And from the packed aisle of the train, no one moves to sit next to her. She looks up at me and with a tiny smile of amusement and with a shake of the head asks the world, “Was it something I said?”
So I sit down next to her. Shoulder to shoulder. Lightly grazing thighs with the rumble and clank of the train on down to the center of the city. She looks up from the phone…
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