Straight-Faced and Running

A woman ran for the metro as it prepared to pull away from the platform. Her lips were straight, her jaws clenched, and her eyes focused. Even her hair bounced with uniform precision. Her footing was sure and her arms pumped with perfect form, despite her messenger bag slung across her chest. Determination kept her from waving her arms and yelling to the engineer, begging him to wait. She would not need to plead for patience. Anyone could tell: she was making her train.

I never run for the metro.