Approaching the Giarre-Riposto station, the voyeur in me immediately spots the 20-something couple making out on the platform, surrounded by other waiting Sicilians. She has her hair up in a high, side pony-tail, something I have seen since about the 3rd grade. She's taller than he is, poor bastard. I can't see much of him from the way he's positioned, but he appears to be not only shorter, but slighter in frame than his perfectly average girlfriend.
Even from my window on this moving train I can clearly see her wide-open eyes, mid lip-lock and all. I wonder which of them is leaving. Is she relieved to see him go? to finally get him and his short-man syndrome out of her life--if not for good--at least for a while? or is she looking forward to leaving him in Catania while she escapes to something more? And does he have any idea at all?
In my mind, I smirk and shamefully make horns with my lifted index and pinkie fingers.
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