On a train in Philadelphia a man stands up to get off of the train. A number of people are bustling in the car getting ready for the station stop. My eyes locked on him. It is like he is a man out of time, apart from the rest of the world around him. I cant look away. A middle-aged man in a grey flannel double breasted suit, cut the way they wore them in the 50s. A white handkerchief peaking out of his pocket. Perfectly preened, hair slicked back, styled befitting his era. He put on his black overcoat with a red handkerchief in the pocket and his black fedora. the perfect image of a business man from the 1950s. Still no one saw or looked at this man almost as if I was the only one who could see him. So much clatter of people about to exit the train and he was so still and quiet. He glanced back my way and for a moment all sound stopped. I looked away to make space for a woman with a large suitcase. When I looked back he was gone. The man in the grey flannel suit. Who are you? When are you? Had he existed at all. For a fleeting moment had I just peared through a window in time?
Posted on: Tue, 20 Jan 2015 00:43:49 +0000
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