June 2012
1 post
April 2012
2 posts
The Moving Car
Struggling, he makes his way between the moving trains. With one hand, he opens the train door while the other grasps firmly on his wooden cane. He knows to waste no time telling his story. Soon, a woman’s voice will overtake his to announce our arrival at Grand St.
He speaks monotonously, taking time to enunciate each word and project his voice, “Excuse me ladies and...
A Short Argument
“I was just so mad at you, I didn’t want to come inside.”
The man’s voice manages to pierce the dead air of the packed subway car. The girl mumbles something inaudibly, in return.
“I took one last sip of wine, and finished my cigarette. I put it out and then I came inside.”
He’s arguing with her while holding a tray of spicy chicken strips....
