The Outsider Pastiche

        The old man got off the train on the next stop. A schoolgirl got onto the train and sat in his seat, leaning her head directly on the spot where the man had smeared his snot on the window. I wonder if I should tell her, she seems like a nice girl. I opened my mouth but said nothing, I couldn’t be bothered.

        The schoolgirl was cute, about sixteen years old. She closed her eyes and fell asleep once she had boarded the train. Maybe I should wake her up and ask for her number. I looked out the window again, just in time to see a streak of green fly past the window. I think it was a tree, I used to have a green bike. She opened her eyes, and I got up and walked over. I asked for her number. Her eyes widened in surprised but she smiled and told me. I walked back over to my seat and sat back down. She was still looking at me and it felt uncomfortable so I closed my eyes and pretended to sleep.

        I opened my eyes sometime later, and the schoolgirl had changed into a middle aged woman. Her fat spilled over onto the next seat. I noticed how it wobbled and shook every time the train rumbled over its tracks. The old man’s booger was still there on the window, slightly smeared after the girl had leaned her head on it.