Waking Up Moving

He handed the conductor his ticket, tucked the now-perforated stub into his breast pocket, pulled his hat down over his eyes and fell asleep before they had even crossed the river into the next county.

When he woke up, someone sat across from him. His eyes started up her legs, but she caught him staring before he could drink the rest of her in. He gave her a dishevelled and apologetic smile that she did not return. And then spent the rest of the trip staring out the window, hoping, with the right kind light, he could see her reflection.

Prompt courtesy of Velvet Verbosity‘s 100 Word Challenge.

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