Asymptote
'Please mind the gap...'
The train doors open. A great human mass pours out; hurriedly buzzing with the constant hum of all their ordinary lives. He watches their shoes pass by - battered plimsolls, clicking heels and a few brilliant flashes of colour. He is surrounded by feet, yet no pair walks forward to meet him.
(55 words!)
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Jing Xuan
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