As I scoured the internet, hunting for some new writing projects, I realized how neglectful I’ve been of my DIYdancer community lately. So, here’s a quickie . . . I haven’t written any new subway stories since getting back to Manhattan. But, in the wake of that crazy lady Irene, I am re-motivated to push forward with telling the tales of NYC’s underground transport. Enjoy!
A Bedtime Story
It had been a long and tiring day. I fought the urge to close my eyes. Eventually, the swaying of the subway car lulled me to sleep.
When the man finished the final verse, he broke into an enormous smile. The rest of the subway passengers rewarded him with applause and laughter. I lifted my hand to hide the pink tint forming in my cheeks, and then reached into my purse to retrieve a crisp one-dollar bill.