The truth was that he had not long been interred in this great physique, and raging hormones had caused the youngster to master just one element of motion control – one not in his legs. Therefore it was with great surprise to the casual observer sitting opposite – only marginally outside of that extended leg-reach – that the boy’s awkward gesticulations were entrancing the young female to his side.

To the observer, every movement of an extraneous body part was like that of series of pullers and levers; the stretching sinews and twisting tendons baulked natural motion into an eerie jig like that of an amateur puppetmaster – a puppet’prentice, if you will, steering a rusted performer. To the girl, however, his twisting hands were like those of a snake-charmer in full play, commanding her attention and demanding her tenderest interest. The countryside rolled by.

Some years later, the boy found himself without female companionship on a similar carriage. As he lowered himself to his seat, he glimpsed the machinations across from him: an ungainly young man sat enthralling feminine company. As he observed the younger man’s actions, he wondered if the chairs had always been this awkward.

Teen boy sleeping – good © by husin.sani