The Bus Ride

The Bus RideI could see her through her window because she wanted me to. Slowly she would undress just to the point where it was time to close the shades. Never saw anything you wouldn’t see at a dress store, but she possessed the power to make us all imagine what could be. Her beauty was magnified by the fact that she was an elder woman that took good care of herself. She was wicked, she was mean, she was delicious, she was evil, she was a beauty of nature, and she was everything all in one. There never was anyone to share her bed, and if there had been before my eyes had set their direct attention at her, it didn’t really matter. She was alone now for whatever reason my imagination wanted to believe.The bus I had to take to work every evening would pick me up just when the sun decided to go to sleep. I would have to face her window and my weak instincts couldn’t help but stare at her opened bedroom window. I was sure I wasn’t the only one watching because as soon as I entered the door of the city bus I could sense that the other passengers had their heads turned away from me. Many times they didn’t even notice I had already gotten on as I would look for a seat to sit. The driver would just make sure I put my money in the coin box to pay the cost of my ticket for the ride to work. My fellow riders had their faces glued to the windows and those that chose to open them did it to get a better view, I knew that too.It wasn’t just the men that would stare at the window of her apartment, even the women that made negative comments couldn’t stop from watching either. No, it was if we were all an orchestrated audience that honed in every week day to view a production of a show and the ticket was the fees we paid to ride the bus. It was all the same and different all in one because every staring pairs of eyes knew who the star was. However; the show wasn’t all the same, oh no, the price of admission was worth its weight in gold because finding a vacant seat in the bus was so unusual. There was no doubt that some of the passengers would miss their stop and get off on the next one, no sir, I knew of everyone, men or woman that would daily repeat their course of events.I guess our senior status couldn’t help but make us a pawn in a game of chess because we would line up to take the bus whether we needed to travel somewhere or not. I had a reason to take the bus and get to work, but I was not innocent of sinly staring at that magnificent creature that preformed every day of the week except on weekends. I had to confess to myself that I had cheated on separate occasions on some Saturdays and Sundays when I was off from work. Yes, I had shown up at the bus stop to take the bus to who knows where because I wasn’t really going anywhere in particular. No, no, I wasn’t fooling anyone and neither was the people taking the bus on the weekdays either. We were the same ones, nobody of course would admit to it, but deep in my heart I knew why I was there and nowhere to go.It wasn’t as though we were seeking sex or anything dirty like that, even though a few times in my youth perhaps it would have most certainly crossed my mind. There was a magic charisma about her that would just make you stare, make you aware that she was tempting us to see her. We were poisoned to have us continue looking and making us imagine things that could be because neither one of us knew the real reasons we was constantly stared at her window during the times that we rode the bus. Low voiced whispers could be heard by my ears, but no one dared to loudly voice an opinion that would arouse suspicions that we were staring. I don’t think anyone would vocally admit at what we were dishonestly doing by staring all the time.One day I chose to be a gentleman so to speak and I went to the apartment complex to pay a visit and see how I could confess at what we were doing. I bought a dozen red roses just so that she would hear me out before giving me the boot. I wasn’t a well off man, and my looks were not of her caliber even though I must admit I was a handsome man in my youth. However, this beauty queen must have had a king of her own when she was young, and I knew there had to be a prince somewhere near by. My intentions were civil and of course it wouldn’t be of any sin to just come pay a visit and hope for a little conversation. Nothing romantic of course because I had been a lonely man for many years now and I wasn’t sure about wanting to start any relationship with anyone, and what’s to say she would even take a look at me at this stage of my life. Heck, who was I lieing too; darn I knew exactly what my eyebrows were telling me every time I waited at the bus stop and looked at her. I wanted to meet here, I wanted to see her up close, I wanted to know her name, I just wanted her even if all I could do is stare at her from up close, who was I kidding. I had secretly fallen for her and I knew I was jeopardizing the only relationship we had, and that was next to nothing.

Copyright © Oscarelizondo Thursday January 14, 2010 8:05 AM

The Bus Ride

oscarelizondo

Harlingen, United States

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This older man finally makes a decision to meet someone, but you’ll have to read it to know more. I cut it down to two chapters, but only if you like to know the ending. Thanks, please enjoy and read, you will not regret it.

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