SOMEONE ELSE MASTURBATE
The bus groaned as it started making it’s way up the hill. I sit at the front in my wheelchair looking back. I heard the bus change gear as it climbed. I turned my face to see her. She was so beautiful. I wondered what I could say to please her. I couldn’t think of anything but I started talking anyway
-It’s not that I really care. I only do it for myself anyway. It keeps me sane…
-Sorry, are you talking to me?
-Were you talking to me?
-Sort of but not really
-Does that make sense?
-So what, you sort of weren’t talking to me?
-I was just saying…
She pointed to herself and asked the same question but asked differently
-Are you talking to me?
-When you do it for yourself it’s like a gift
-A gift of what? What gift?
-Well for any other person it’s like watching someone else masturbate
-What the fuck are you talking about?
-I meant that you’re only watching someone else getting off
-I’m not watching anything
-That was why I was saying that I don’t really care
-Excuse me. You’re annoying me. Can you look the other way or talk to someone else
-I probably could but you’re beautiful
-You’re annoying me turn around!
-I turned around and saw everyone on the bus. Everyone was staring at me like I was an alien. I sat and wondered wether it was because people don’t talk on the bus anymore or because I did look like an alien?
Andrew Stuart Buchanan