“I’m more conductive, than other humans.“ The words bounce off my ears, spoken with the voice of a middle aged woman.
What was that? I look up puzzled. The book in my lap is sitting tightly. The passenger in the seat opposite to me stares right into my face. It could have been her speaking… She says nothing more… Awkward silence. No context. No nothing – just staring…
Her face looks like white marble, with amber eyes. They are glowing orange, with the light reflecting from the horizon. The sun is rising right now…
She’s all dressed in black. How strange… Suddenly I think, that her face reminds me of the rotation of a small asteroid. Sometimes you see them on TV – a big irregular white rock, slowly spinning ’round its axis.
She turns her head to looks out of the train window. Obviously, she has no intention on repeating whatever she just said. …Conductive? Hmmm… What does that even mean?! What’s up with her anyway?
Maybe, it´s too early in the morning, and I just imagined her saying anything. The train is shacking. Between the hills we are passing right now, the horizon is gleaming with white and yellow. The sun is about to come up…
I know her somehow… Why do I know her? Oh yes, of course. The morning train. I see her from time to time – we take the same 06:30 train. Funny, how the faces get impregnated into the mind, without being aware of it. I wish I had some coffee and a smoke. Which page was I on? Here?
Hissing in my left ear! Whoa! What the heck was that? Goosebumps run up my scalp. It feels like ants crawl under the skin of my hands. Hair on my neck standing on end! What is this? I clench up my hand to fits and open them up again. The feeling stays… That woman is staring at me again.
“Superconductiveness“, she states. Creepy! Like a superpower, or what? “Exactly,” she nods.
Did I say that out loud? Did she HEAR me? I’m positive, I did not open my mouth at superpower…
“I – I don’t understand…“ The words bubble up from my mouth automatically.
“Neither do I,“ she answers.
But she’s different now! No more spinning alien planetoid. Just a normal tired woman on the morning train, on her way to work.
The moment passes by. I seem to have missed something… No more electricity under my skin. The light is now a yellow mist, deprived from it’s golden glow.
Something’s gone… There is an invisible hole making my heart race.