Telling Details

The door closes on the train. Two sounds of the bell and the train starts moving. People are talking, someone coughs, the next stop is announced and she sits there focused.
She wears her hair in waves of short gray. Thick glasses consume her face. She is knitting. Vibrant turquoise and yellow yarn intertwine in a beautiful pattern; each strand to its proper place. She must be experienced in her hobby. Nothing distracts her, not even the opening of the doors and the cluttered steps of the people piling in. The doors close, two sounds of the bell and the train is off. The announcement of the next stop is right on schedule.
Still she sits there focused. Suddenly, she reaches for her small, red duffle bag, folds her treasure inside and zips it away from the view of curious eyes like mine. The train stops. She puts the bag on her red basket cart and exits the train into the dark night.

(Word Count: 163)