"An invisible red thread connects those who are destined to meet, regardless of time, place, or circumstance. The thread may stretch or tangle, but it will never break." - an ancient Chinese belief
While my other work "Suki Desu" focuses on being a cell phone novel Japanese-style, with "Red String (Of Fate)" I will be trying to make prose in a poetry type form, telling a scene/story as succinct and beautiful as possible.
Chapter 5:- Curious little nobody
Sometime along my thirty minute commute, I find myself drifting to sleep. My eyes are blurred as my eyelids drop down, and I will jerk awake as my head falls to the side.
I don't think of anything on the subway. I try instead to observe those around me. The ones reading, the ones talking, the few that read books. But I can't concentrate today.
My mind is reversing to the mundane incident of when I ran into the man with the glasses, holding the book. I wish I had asked him his name, what he did and not have it be awkward as it undoubtedly would be.
He'd think I was a stalker, anything but a curious little nobody.