'... Searching up and down this coast/Overlooking what I need most'
The Story So Far
Shannon Barry
Issue date: 10/5/06 Section: Opinion
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As the train rocked, knocking the wheels on the track, Casey watched him close his laptop and push it to the side of the table.
Lowering her head down and back up again, she brushed the tears off her cheek, and she smiled.
She began to look out the window, watching the sun set ever so gradually.
He leaned over to her and said, "Never forget to laugh. It will get you through the best, and the worst, of it all."
"… Excuse me?" she quipped.
He sighed and began to repeat, "Don't forget to -"
"- laugh?" she sarcastically questioned. "Got it."
She looked out the window and back at him.
Why would she pretend she didn't -
"I heard you, ya know," she snapped. "People think that just because I questioned them I never heard them."
"It's not a problem," he replied. "I just like to -"
"- clarify? Got it."
Casey grabbed her leather bag and stuffed her polka dot journal inside.
She stood up quickly, hitting the top of her head on the train's luggage compartment.
She rubbed the top of her head with her right hand, looking accusingly at the compartment.
He was palming a white seashell in one hand, looking at it with reflection.
He set it down on the table beside his laptop.
Shifting his legs upward, he pulled his worn leather wallet out of his pocket and flipped through the first few photos of his photo insert.
She cleared her throat, now standing right above him.
She put her bag in the luggage rack above his seat, moved her train tag to the plastic insert inside his and slid into the seat next to him.
"You know, there's something to be said about people that carry photos in their wallet," she said, while adjusting in her seat.
He moved to the right to give her more space.
She looked down at his badge - which read "Creative" in bold, with the slogan "we work to inspire" written below it - hanging from his neck.
"Don't tell me you're the genius that helped create that Tic Tac ad."
Lowering her head down and back up again, she brushed the tears off her cheek, and she smiled.
She began to look out the window, watching the sun set ever so gradually.
He leaned over to her and said, "Never forget to laugh. It will get you through the best, and the worst, of it all."
"… Excuse me?" she quipped.
He sighed and began to repeat, "Don't forget to -"
"- laugh?" she sarcastically questioned. "Got it."
She looked out the window and back at him.
Why would she pretend she didn't -
"I heard you, ya know," she snapped. "People think that just because I questioned them I never heard them."
"It's not a problem," he replied. "I just like to -"
"- clarify? Got it."
Casey grabbed her leather bag and stuffed her polka dot journal inside.
She stood up quickly, hitting the top of her head on the train's luggage compartment.
She rubbed the top of her head with her right hand, looking accusingly at the compartment.
He was palming a white seashell in one hand, looking at it with reflection.
He set it down on the table beside his laptop.
Shifting his legs upward, he pulled his worn leather wallet out of his pocket and flipped through the first few photos of his photo insert.
She cleared her throat, now standing right above him.
She put her bag in the luggage rack above his seat, moved her train tag to the plastic insert inside his and slid into the seat next to him.
"You know, there's something to be said about people that carry photos in their wallet," she said, while adjusting in her seat.
He moved to the right to give her more space.
She looked down at his badge - which read "Creative" in bold, with the slogan "we work to inspire" written below it - hanging from his neck.
"Don't tell me you're the genius that helped create that Tic Tac ad."
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