It smelled terrible on the train.
believe how rank it was. It almost made his eyes tear up. It smelled of body
odor and something like mildew growing on an old couch left on the curb, in the
rain. There was also the smell of hot, wet, cat in the air. It made Jefferson feel a little dizzy. The train was crowded so
he didn’t have much of a choice of where to stand. He was sure everyone else,
all the business women in their fine outfits and men in their classy suit could
smell this stench and they were all doing what he was doing. Hating it but
trying to ignore it.
He started scanning the people around him and no one looked particularly dirty or unkempt. All the riders seemed to be just regular business folks or students just riding the train like normal. No one seemed the have been bathed in feces or urine and then rolled around in hot garbage. Everyone seemed clean.
A woman covered her face near
Jefferson and seemed to
make an, “oh my”, face, as she caught a terrible whiff of the stink wafting
through the crowded train car. Jefferson had a
clue. It must be someone near the woman for her to make cower with disgust. He
looked passed where she was standing but was only met with a hard stare from a
tough looking Hispanic guy. The Hispanic guy looked clean though so it probably
wasn’t him. Jefferson looked past him, trying
not to make any eye contact. He certainly didn’t want any trouble this morning.
He had a lot of appointments to make and the last thing he needed was to get
embroiled in some roughhousing with this stern looking Hispanic guy.
The train came to another stop and the doors opened, re-activating that terrible rotting corpse smell. The people on the train were becoming noticeably uncomfortable. A woman got on at this stop and she caught the awful scent and tried to turn around but the doors closed in front of her. She exhaled audibly.
Jefferson thought he should welcome her to this
nightmarish stink-a-thon with something clever, like, “Hot enough for you?” or
“You should have smelled the other guy”, but then decided against it. He wasn’t
really interested in talking to this lady anyway. He had plenty of woman
problems as it was.
The young woman, this new rider, took a small perfume spray bottle and asked the folks around her if they minded if she sprayed it into the air. No one told her she couldn’t so she gave the bottle a few quick puffs and a remarkable mist smelling of warm chamomile and lilacs gently wafted through the train.
Jefferson thought it was a remarkable perfume, it smelled
clean and fresh, like talcum and honey. Jefferson
smiled to himself.
“What are you smiling at”, asked the angry Hispanic man.
pointing to himself.
“Yeah man, you frigging stink man. Get off this train man. You stink so bad man. Did you get those clothes off a corpse or something man”, said the angry Hispanic man.
“Don’t say that to him”, said the young woman with the sweet perfume.
“Shut up lady. This guy stinks and nobody wants him on this train. You hear that man, get off this train”, said the angry Hispanic man.
‘Don’t tell me to shut up you jerk. You get off the train if you can’t handle it”, she replied.
“Are you okay”, she asked.
“The Germans took my ship from the electrified field scanner with the blue rune stone”, said
She looked at him but she didn’t understand.
could see that she didn’t understand. She nodded at him and asked if he needed
anything. All Jefferson could do was shake his
head no. The train pulled into the next station and the angry Hispanic guy
started telling Jefferson to get off. Jefferson didn’t want any trouble. He moved from his spot
on the train to the doors next to the perfumed woman. He looked at her but
couldn’t find the words to express himself. The doors opened and Jefferson stepped from the train onto the platform. The
doors closed after him and he turned back to look through the window. Someone
was congratulating the angry Hispanic man for something. The perfume woman was
moving away from him to another side of the train car. The train pulled away
and Jefferson wondered where he was and how he