She looked stoically at the throng of people entering the train car with her, barely noticing the same half dead expression she sported. If there ever had been creativity and life, she didn’t remember it. All the seats taken she went to a corner and stood near girl who was dressed in colors so bright she looked like a parrot among sparrows. Had she ever seen her before? But what did it matter? The girl behind her undoubtedly chose the spot to look out of the window.  She stopped looking and instead looked down at the stamped metal floor of the rail car when the train jostled and everyone list their balance for a moment and giggled nervously. She had tripped backwards and apologized when she felt the hand. It was small and slender and curved around her soft bottom. She knew it had to be the girl’s. But why wasn’t she removing the hand? Instead she pressed more firmly. The woman stood stock still, barely breathing and her eyes wide at the unexpected contact. The unexpected and very deliberate contact. She didn’t move away.