Entering the Kyoto subway system, my throat suddenly felt dry and swarming with frogs. I had to caugh. I started with some modest caughing on the platform. A few seconds later the man ahead of me in the queue for the train moved away, to a different train entrance.
I stepped on the train, later changed into another. The frogs caught up with me, and I caughed again, modestly, hand covering mouth and all. A middle-aged woman, delicate, frail, whiteishly made up, holds a handkerchief over her mouth and nose until I leave the train.
Paranoia? Methinksnot. (Frogs left the train, too, and went to shop for accessories later, without me.)
I wanna catch your virus, Baby!
gHickup (Aug 20, 17:59) #
You *are* my virus, honey.
katatonik (Aug 21, 01:38) #