Sloth

Sitting on the metro that day, bored out of mind, as usual, I spent a lot of the time with my eyes fixated at the moving wall behind the glass. Almost immovable from that which had them so mesmerized, I could not help but create images in my head of separate worlds to which lead all these other tunnels which the metro did not take. It would have been so interesting, or at least it seemed that way to me. Doing the same ride every day, more than once a day was enough to make you really wish that something interesting would happen other than the constant pulling of the emergency break and the ever incessant messages of incidents slowing down the pre-established flow of the colourful lines.

Just as a soft and rather enjoyable song started to play in my ears, we arrived at a station where many people embarked. Curiosity as to the new arrivals tore my gaze from the window as I marveled at the storm of people that squeezed into the limited space in front of me.

It was only once they had settled that I noticed the girl sitting to the right of me, although how I managed to see her through the mass of people was quite inexplicable. She was strange, differently dressed, seemingly living in a completely different world due to some magical substance, and her mouth was gaping.

I stared for a while, until I felt my annoyance growing. It was strange to me that she would not only dress to stand out but also show off this strange way of being. At least close your mouth. It really was all I could think of. And then, the potential entertainment this situation could bring me surfaced in my mind and a tiny smile played across my lips.

After a moment of inner turmoil, I decided that my course of action would most likely cause more good than bad and pulled a notebook and pen out of my bag. Drawing childishly I couldn't help but feel slightly amused. When the fly appeared on my paper, I attempted to tame my smile and sent it off. I watched almost happily as it flew over to her. How she didn't see it coming, I have absolutely no idea, but it was better this way. The fly took aim and flew directly into her mouth causing her to cough incessantly.

As if nothing, I returned the items to my bag and listened to her choke. I hadn't expected it to affect her so seriously, but it would have been too much work for me to take it out. She was making such horrible noises that a young woman pulled the emergency break in a panic. Talk about interesting...

-Mango