She was not waiting anymore. She was progressive. She was offering accommodations to a movement. She was expressed and she was forward and she was nearing the bus stop.
She watched the men looking at her as she walked and she invited them in.
The bus reeked of it. The bus was on its way. The bus couldn’t be held accountable.
Another woman was chastising her seat. It was not the way it was supposed to be. It wasn’t paying attention.
The bus stopped. The first woman sat down in the seat once occupied by the woman who got off. She tried to be patient. Men were waiting. Her life was getting started again.
The bus stopped once more and she led the men out of the tunnel. The stairs were one right in front of another, but there were a lot of them. At the top she looked back and at least one man was still climbing.
Ordinary time was not attached to the man’s wrist. Ordinary goals were not attached to the man’s feet.
Near the top of the stairs the man stopped and looked at the woman’s dress. It was not the same dress he remembered and he wondered if he was following the right woman. He wondered if the right woman would be walking away like that.
The woman turned back from the next flight of stairs to see if the man still followed, to show the man he would be treated equally, to make equal exciting.
The next step was waiting for the man. The next step was not attached to the preceding step. It never had been.
Rich Ives is the author of Tunneling to the Moon: A Psychological Gardener’s Book of Days currently being published in serial @ Silenced Press everyday in 2014 and forthcoming in paperback. Begin from the beginning, catch up, read daily. Just refer to the Burrow Guide.