Bag

She kept staring at him.

He kept looking out the dirty window. His pupils were black and very wide, the whites of his eyes may once have been milkteeth white she thought.

But now they were buttercream yellow and red rimmed, like a glistening fish gut split right open. Under his left eye sat a chocolate chip mole on the cushion of his cheek.

The girl found herself staring at it and the shine from his wide eye ball seemed to reflect on the mole ever so slightly. A little crescent flickered on its diameter. 

To the side of the mole just below the bridge of his nose there was a deep and dented scar that curled all the way down to the crest of his flaky top lip.
His Skin was the colour of a cardboard box and as he snapped his teeth with his tongue she noticed they were speckled like a duck egg and as he moved his mouth she noticed oily hairs coiling out of his nostrils.

His hand was arched over his shoulder, straining to carry a very long black bag with torn straps. The bag was bulging with spheres and there seemed to be an oily substance seeping out of the side of the stitching and onto the floor of the bus. 
The hair on the nape of her neck pricked right up and her cold hands were squeezing her knees, the skin below her  skirt was blush pink and scratched from her nails.

Her spine was hunched  and she recognised her posture becoming increasingly aware of her body. She tried disguising herself by stretching out her arms to cover the front of her body.

After readjusting herself she began to become very uncomfortable when she realised that her staring had been reciprocated and the cardboard man was staring at her with his blue bottle eyes and she felt her skin grow even colder.

Her brow perspired and she felt as if he was burning a hole into the back of her skull as he refused to unlock his gaze.
She knew that the bag had something awful inside and he knew that she knew this.

The man's phone rang and he answered it and she continued to stare at the bag and then she saw the very recognisable shape just to the side of the bag.
The bag was filled with a shape so familiar to her that she began to taste bile and some vomit surging up her oesophagus and into her dry mouth.
The bag was heavy and round and she never wants to know where he was going and had to get off that bus.