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     “Last Seat”
 
He wasn’t sure
what he liked
about her
her looks weren’t
what some would
call striking
and maybe it
was for that
very reason
that he found
her
to be so
totally Hot,
she didn’t
throw out smiles
like all the
other girls did
hoping that just
one
would stick
and bring a
little attention
their way
she couldn’t care
less
if you noticed
her,
she always sat
in the last
seat
on the left
side
in the back
of the bus
with her feet
pushed up against
the seat in
front of her
as she rode
the 815 bus
every morning,
he had only
been riding this
bus
for a month
now
but he had
noticed her
the very first
time
he got on
and looked towards
the back
for a seat
she had her
air buds in
place
and he was
guessing
it was the
strong beat
of the music
that gave her
face
that fierce
determined look 
that she wore
five days a
week
her eyes hidden
away
behind a different
pair of sunglasses
everyday
about the only
thing that changed
in her outward
appearance,
she was always
on the bus
before him
and still seated
with her feet
pressed up against
the seat in
front of her
when he got
off
because of her
self-imposed
seating chart
he was never
able to get
a seat behind
her
the best he
could do was
to get a seat
directly across
from her
which wasn’t very
often
most of the
time
he was stuck
sitting
somewhere in
the middle of
the bus
having to steal
glances of her
as he walked
to his seat
then when leaving
his seat
he would stand
in the aisle
one stop before
his came up
so he could
look in her
direction
never once
though
did he catch
her
looking back
at him,
he wasn’t painfully
shy
he had tried
to start a
conversation
with her
a couple of
times
asking about her
music
what bands
she was listening
to
as had countless
others
who saw her
sitting alone
and were intrigued
by her style
but after a
handful of
one word replies
he and the
others
could see she
didn’t want to
be disturbed
and he respected
that
as did most
of the other
people
who tried to
interact with
her
but every so
often
she came across
someone who just
wouldn’t leave her
alone
just last week
she had a
guy
that took the
seat
next to her
who kept touching
her arm
and her leg
as he tried
talking to her
taking her to
a point
where she hollered
out
“Find Another Seat!”
and when he
paused
she demanded
“NOW!”
he started to
tell her
he could sit
anywhere he liked
but a fast
acting guy
in his twenties
came charging down
the aisle
from the front
of the bus
and an older
guy
two rows in
front of her
popped out of
his seat
both men
forcibly
convinced him
that the next
stop
was the one
that he needed
to take
after which
both men quietly
returned
to their seats
getting a quick
round of applause
from the other
patrons    
on the bus
and as it
died down
she stood up
and said
“Thank You,
Thank You both”
then retook her
seat
and went back
to her usual
postion
with her feet
pressed against
the back of
the seat
in front of
her
listening to her
music
with that familiar
stare
out her window
and that fierce
determined
look
on her face,
he was surprised
at the quick
response
she had gotten
from the two
men
on that day
last week
maybe just friends
he didn’t know
she had
after all
he was new
to this bus
route,
today he had
got stuck
riding in the
front of the
bus
three seats behind
the driver
he was looking
forward
when he caught
her
movement
in the driver’s
panel size
rearview mirror
she rose up
out of her
seat
long before his
stop
and started slowly
working her way
up the aisle
her form was
distorted
in the large
mirror
but it was
definitely
her body
he was watching
he turned around
in his seat
his eyes at
first
just taking in
her unprotected
look
this was the
first time he
ever saw her
whole body at
once
no four foot
wall of bus
seat
blocking his view
an image
right now of
her softly smiling
as she bends
forward
to talk to a
lady
a view that
only reinforces
his belief
that she’s totally
Hot,
she straightens up
and starts to
make her way
towards the front
of the bus
he spins around
in his seat
afraid he had
got caught staring
at her
going back to
taking peeks
of her
blurry form
in the big
rearview mirror
when he noticed
she had paused
he was about
to turn back
around
when he felt
a hand on
his shoulder
she stood over
him
looking down
her sunglasses
always in place
she hands him
a folded piece
of paper
and then says
to him
“here’s a list
of some
of the bands
I listen to,
that I thought
you might like
based on what
little I know
about you”
he looks up
at her
he takes
the slip of
paper
as the bus
pulls over and
stops,
he barely gets
a “thank you”
in
before she is
besides the driver
her left hand
on the bus
driver’s right
shoulder
she says a
few words to
him
the driver’s smile
clearly visible in
the large mirror
she keeps her
left hand on
the driver’s shoulder
as he opens
the vertical bus
doors
then she pulls
something out of
her backpack
and with a
flick of her
wrist
it turns into
a long walking
stick,
she makes her
way down the
stairs
the driver waits
as a few more
people get on
to the bus
and it wasn’t
in till the
bus pulled away
and he looked
out the window
and saw her
navigating
her way through
the crowded sidewalk
that he realized
that she was
blind,
he couldn’t
understand
how he hadn’t
noticed that
before
was he so
wrapped up
in her outer
beauty
that was all
he could see
or was it
because of
the ease
and fluidity
in her movements
that that thought
never came into
his mind,
he thought for
a minute
about this new
revelation
and wondered if
that was why
she kept to
herself
or was she
just a private
person
a question
he was going
to ask her
if he can
get her to
go out with
him,
but first
a little research
to help improve
his odds
at getting her
to say yes
to a date
after all
she did say
what little she
knew about him
so she had
thought about
him
at least once,
he pulls out
his phone
and in less
than a minute
he’s bobbing
his head
when a fierce
and determined
look 
takes over his
face
as the first
of the bands
she recommended
to him
begins to play…
 
     Tom Allen…12-22-2018…