Today’s prompt: Write about something you did yesterday, including specific details and sense memories.
We exit the train.
The gap is there with no
reminder to mind it.
The line for the escalator so long
that we climb the stairs,
praying that we will not slow those
hurrying behind us.
The underground station,
a shelter from the windy day.
We stay below, in the warmth,
the mingled smells of fast food,
cheap perfume and homeless men.
Past the sounds of the off-key saxophone,
the flower vendor’s wilted roses.
Now the escalator to the street.
We head toward the exit,
where we’re met with cold air
and the food truck scent
of curry and kebabs. Welcome.