I know I havent been around for quite some time. Classes have been pretty intense, but being a creative writing major still helps me dish out the artistic expression, even if it's not on deviant art.
I was on the train today. I took out my water bottle; it had frosted clear plastic so you could see the liquid inside. It was a solid amber color and i knew it to be iced tea. I made it from two bags, one Lipton orange pekoe and another Twinings lady grey. As I took it out and slowly unscrewed the top, a young woman stared at me and at the bottle. She had short blonde hair and was wearing a small, summer dress. My bottle distracted her from conversing with her friend as her mouth hung slightly open and her eyes darted back and forth from the bottle to my face. After the top came off, her eyes went wide and her mouth seemed to be struck with something of a smile or an expression of imminent horror. I took a drink, and then she looked away, back to a friend and continued her conversation.
I didn't know what might have gone through her head, until I looked at the bottle. It looked very much like gasoline. Did she really think that she was about to witness a man set himself on fire? Did I look so miserable, so unhappy for her to suspect that? Do I look grumpy and sad?
I hope not, I feel just fine.









