Short stories

si, care e rutina ta?

Metrou. 9 dimineata. Intre Romana si Victoriei.

Eu stateam agatata de-o bara, un purice printre sardine.

Ea adormise cu gura cascata pe scaun. Machiata, aranjata, cu cartela de corporatist la brau.

Cobor la Aurel Vlaicu. Ea tot dormea.

Mai e drum lung pana-n Pipera.

 

Pauza.

 

Metrou. 6 seara. Ne ingramadim unii peste altii, sa ajungem mai repede la casele noastre.

“Atentie, se inchid…atentie, se inchid…”

Se blocheaza usile.

Se aude din spate: “Ah, era geanta mea prinsa-ntre usi.”

 

Pauza.

Stop. O luam de la capat.

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