Passenger

"Get out while you can!" he whispered in my ear.
The sickening smell kicked in before the words. I did my best not to gag in public and it made me really angry. I wanted to snap back some wiseass joke about soap but noticed that he was already at the far end of the carridge. His eyes piereced mine and I felt uneasy, so I shifted my attention to his clothes instead. He was wearing loose trousers of undefinable colour and a red T-shirt with some dentist logo on it. That was kind of amusing to me since he had just one tooth visible in the lower jaw and two in the upper. He also had just one shoe which was polished and neatly tied. The bare foot was skinny and dirty. Together they reminded me of two sides of society -the rich and the poor. I took a quick glance back to his face and noticed that he was still looking at me and murmuring almost inaudible saunds like he was coursing me or perhaps praying for me.