Riding “R” from work, I was absorbed in my kindlik*. All exterior happenings swam on the periphery – change of stations, change of passengers, change of “subway artistes” or simply beggars.
Somewhere around Atlantic Ave I was startled from my engrossment.
-Is that a book? – a middle-aged woman with pleasant voice. I have mistaken the question.
-Er…yes, it is. Clever gadget, isn’t it – it fits…at the moment I have 9 books on it.
-What kind of book is it?
-A novel. – I started to regret the responding, thinking her questioning an idle curiosity.
-But is it the best book?
-The Best Book? The Bible? Do you read The Bible?
[Oh. That’s what she is. I immediately felt taken, disappointed, trapped into a silly game]
-No, – I said. Thanks, I’m not interested.
-But it is a Book for everybody! For Christians and not alike! For Everybody!For you and me and all!
I looked around – is there an empty seat where to move? Nope, the rush hour crowd didn’t leave me a chance.
So I escaped where I’ve always did: into my book. Trying on somebody’s mind, somebody’s words. Far away, in Brisbane and London, in the story of woman who’s been escaping all her life…
*Jessica Anderson, Terra Lirra by the River