i'm riding a crowded streetcar and this lonely fat girl gets on. i don't know why i'm saying she's lonely. there are plenty of people, i'm sure, who are also alone on this streetcar. i'm alone. maybe it's the hint of moustache that automatically makes me think she is lonely. she's wearing a poppy on the lapel of her brown suede coat. she is the only one wearing a poppy. unsurprising, as it is ten days after remembrance day. maybe it's the only sort of flowery accessory she feels comfortable wearing so she stretches it out as long as she can. she's looking for somewhere to sit down. she looks worried. she wants to sit down but doesn't want to sit down next to someone she is intimidated by. the seat beside me is empty. actually, it's the only empty one i see, and i'm sitting pretty far back. maybe it's the fact that i'm wearing all black or maybe the fact that i've been looking at her the entire time that i've been thinking this, but she doesn't sit down.