Through this year I will be writing a longer story called Banana Pancakes. Through this each post will be a short story forming a larger story.
Troy was rushing through the city, running to get to the bus which was now just a block away. He held his phone tight, against his head chatting down the line whilst carrying a small bag on his back.
“Yeah I’m still running trying to get to the bus. Nearly there. Yeah, I know how big a deal this is that’s why I’m rushing.” He said down the phone.
He checked his watch, the time was 12:24pm and he instantly shook his head.
“Well, I’m never going to get there for one at this rate.” He said as he reached the bus stop and it pulled away.
He kept tapping on the glass window of the door, sideways stepping as the bus moved forward, the driver shaking his head refusing to open the door.
“Well there we go, missed the bus now what?” He said, “And that’s why you’re my best friend Claire, subway it is.”
He moved his head from side to side trying to see any visible sign for a subway station, “Come on then Google maps where my closest? What, three blocks. Alright, I’ll go and I’ll let you know how it all goes. Thanks Claire.”
Troy put his phone away as if it was a talisman attached to him, and he then sped off down the street, three blocks to find the subway. As he did he dodged in between people, weaving in and out of the business folk, the city dwellers and the odd musician here and there.
Checking his watch, it was now 12:31pm, not long left but he could make it. He got to the subway, a sign leading him the downstairs into the slumbering trains.
The times for the subway said 12:35pm, he had a short time left to wait and to catch his breath as it secreted from his body. Not many where around in the bowls of the subway, an odd thing considering how busy it usually was.
Keeping a careful eye on the time, it ticked by quite quick, Troy thinking the whole time “I can make it, I can make it.”
It pulled into the station, people exited, Troy pushed his way forward as soon as the doors slid open and just like that with a beeping noise they closed again, he’d made it.
It was busy, elbows being pushed into people backs but what made the journey pleasant was the faint hum of a guitar in the corner of the carriage.
A man stood playing, plucking the strings to a new song, something he’d made himself Troy presumed but it was melodic, he’d seen him before, the music man people called him but before he could enjoy it anymore, the doors opened once again, sliding as everyone exited at the next stop.
12:49pm now read on the digital clocks around the subway and the running started up again, Troy didn’t have long left.
He raced his way down the street, the taxis and other vehicles whizzing past in the opposite direction, still as he dodged between various city goers.
Looking up at the building ahead, a smile across his face, he wasn’t looking where he was going and with a thud landed to the ground.
In front of him was a young woman, brunette hair, long, rubbing her head and trying to pick up some papers which lay across the ground at the same time.
Troy instantly helped to put them all together again, bundling them up whilst being enraptured with an instant love.
“I am so sorry, I wasn’t looking where I was…..” Troy started but she began saying a similar thing.
“No, it was me. I was too busy staring up at the sky, then bump, this, gosh, I’m sorry.” The woman started to say.
The two laughed, “so, suppose were both not looking where we were going then.”
She smiled at Troy, “Seems so.”
It was now 1:00pm as Troy gazed at his watch once more.
“Again, I’m really sorry.”He said as he helped the woman up from the ground with a hand, “Did we get all the papers?” He said, handing a single sheet back to her and catching a glance of a drawing of what seemed like the New York skyline.
“Yeah, I think that’s all of it. Again, sorry. I need to stop looking up so much and keep my eyes to the ground sometimes.” She said laughing.
“Always look up at the sky and beyond. It’s Troy by the way.” He said, still smiling.
She extended her hand, the same as Troy and the pair shook, “Victoria.”
Troy pointed in the direction behind Victoria, at the building he should have already been in a few minutes ago. She nodded in the opposite direction, “Sorry again.” They both said and headed off in their opposite directions.
As the pair walked off, growing distant behind the other, Troy stopped, rubbed his head again and looked the tall building up and down and shook his head.
He ran in the other direction, back to Victoria and quickly spun her round, “Do you want to grab a coffee, or do you have somewhere to be?”