The places changed faster than I could blink. It had started raining in the afternoon, so puddles formed naturally outside. Some even splashed on the bus, but the window was still pretty clear enough to see outside. No one dropped off from the bus, not even a thought of it. It was fully packed, and that's where the point begins.
A young mistress was holding a stanchion tightly, sweat on her right hand, and with the left hand she was holding a notebook. Besides her, an old man also held onto the same stanchion, his left palm rested on her right hand. The young maiden's eyebrows were down, her lips were still as if glued from the fear of sound. All of her fingers in her hand held the stanchion, except for the thumb. It stayed alone, outside the pressure, and free.
I looked out the window, the stations looked a bit unclear, unfamiliar, and unknown. Messy view, water everywhere on the window, yet I could still see the colours, shapes, and size of the places.
*TICK*
The hand of the old man went closer. One man looked at the blank screen of his phone, a woman covered her child's eyes, and one uncle just swiped screens in his phone. The bus stopped at a station, no one got outside. No seats, no rest, she was there standing for one straight hour.
I looked at the window to check what was going outside, but the drops of rain, even little by little, had completely blocked the window's view. The water vapour had become condensed. I could barely see colours, let alone shapes through the window.
"I would like to leave here at this station," I left my seat and looked at the old man. "You can sit there... Maybe you are tired." The gate closed as I went outside.
My shoes had already gotten dirty by the puddles the moment I took a step outside. The rain was still there, slowly poking my body. My shirt had become completely wet. *Maybe an umbrella.* I walked around to find a store.
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"An umbrella please," I said to the cashier who was selling it. I got a blue and white mixed colour umbrella. My upper body was safe for now, but my lower body still wasn't. I walked nonetheless, and stopped at a bakery. It was closed, yet opened. There was no one except for the pastries.
I sat on a bench which was under the roof. Not alone though, there was a clock behind.
*TICK*
The clock hit 2:00 PM, the rain got slower, and the wooden bench started to feel a bit more comfortable. In the sky, a black crow flew alone until he stopped at a utility pole. He covered himself with his feathers, didn't chirp, didn't move his feathers, and didn't walk.
The store wall was red in colour, some flower pots on the counter, and a lot of pastries, vanilla, chocolate, strawberry, and many more.
The door opened. A man walked out of the store, wearing a green apron, white shirt, blue jeans, and a white hat. He looked at me, held his chin for a while, eyes going from up to down, and then spoke. "What would you like to take, sir?" A smile on his face.
*Why did he act so strange? Do I even know him? And if I do, what would going for so long even make him feel about me? I'm just irrelevant in his story.* I looked at the glass container. "Those 2 strawberry flavoured pastries please."
"Hope to see you again!" He said as he gave me the pastries, and then closed the shop.
*TICK*
The rain started dripping from my umbrella as I continued to walk. I opened one pastry and started eating it. The sweetness of it was a bit less than I expected it to be.
The last drop of the rain got my umbrella. The sun had made its appearance again in the sky. I closed the umbrella, but before I walked forward.
I looked behind. The thrown wrapper was still, not moving. Of course it didn't move it, idiot. Things don't move.
I picked it up, and threw it in a nearby dustbin.
*I am tired...* I walked towards a nearby park and sat on the bench. It had become cold, maybe the rain still had an effect on it. I closed the umbrella, and closed my eyes too.
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