flick

Pneumonoultamicroscopicsilicovolcanoconiosis was spreading, because of the fine construction dust blowing around the neighborhood. The other woman whom she hadnt met tried not to hear, as she then noticed herself sniffling audibly on the streetcar. Feeling a little transgressive or perhaps special with a full coffee and creme, it appeared usual but was in fact, an exception for Ariel. She smiled to herself and changed her way of breathing.
Opening her book, which was also a recent luxury since it was new, allowed her to forget her slightly offensive sinus condition. Pleasantly she felt she could, by all appearances, be thought to be gainfully employed, perhaps even successful or secure in the middle-class sense.
Occasionally hatching a peripheral glance out the leftmost window, her sight of them was descending upon this, her fantasy of her best condition; bleeding the unhealed crimes of her body and garments thin. Her grip on the hot paper cup tightened slightly and she reread a paragraph like an incantation for going back in time. If this instant of distraction had been an unwelcome familiar in the street, she would look askance.
Unfortunately the streetcar lurched laterally, with the metallic instant spilling motion and her coffee, with crme and fresh pages, as the Southbound bus plowed into the intersected car and through her window seat and all the rest of them. The old grey man standing aside her seat grabbed and pulled her hair painfully while losing his balance, as they fell finally, into the press.

god that is too funny