I ask myself, "Where is a cop when a cyclops is around?" -for that is what pursues.
It maintains a measured distance, but seemingly ominous. Why it bothers me, I don't know. Perhaps the unwanted curiosity is too awkward. I shift to the left, the cyclops swerves to the right. I think no more on it.
***Straightway I position myself in a bus line, and amble inward at first opportunity. The tiny little steps resembling a Munchkin march take me aft. Nearly filled to the brim, I sit in a side-facing row. It was then I notice my jacket unbuttoned only once directly amid. As I fumble to attempt a clasp, my mind wanders over how it could have happened with such stealth. My introspection receives a piqué of static. Enlightened by sudden awareness, I glance at the source. Two dark eyes study me for an instant, and then, vanish!
Not to say that this never occurs, but the quality is unrelenting. She sighs and rolls eyes in exasperation. She then looks down at her phone despite her evident restlessness. Without any warning she taps another on their knee. The other looks up. She raises her right hand and brushes her chin. He responds by mirroring her movement to wipe that something on his own. That something is tossed away only to be utterly swallowed up by the environment. They both go back to what they were doing. So do I.