The train arrived

(chapter originally by faith on writing.com)

Rise felt as if every eye on the train was staring at her, either with contempt or with lust. And while she could shield herself from public exposure, she was less successful in ignoring the glances she was receiving- that indescribable air of confidence and smug superiority that one adopts as if to say 'I've just seen you naked and there's nothing you can do about it'. Neither could she entirely ignore the fact that most of them were no doubt removing the flimsy cover of her coat in their imaginations. She could feel a blush tracing its way from her cheeks down to her bare feet.

After what was surely only a minute or so but what felt like an agonizing eternity to Rissette the train slowed further and came to a complete stop. Rise made sure to keep her balance this time, much to the disappointment of a large group of her fellow travelers who has stationed themselves nearby with camera phones at the ready in case she suffered another embarrassing exposure. As the loud speaker announced the name of the stop, Rise took a moment to glare at the pack of voyeuristic vulture and stick her tongue out. As the doors finally released her coat, she turned to leave. Before she knew it...