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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.

After an indiscernible amount of time, I woke up and was greeted by an elderly man playing a keyboard while singing lullabies.

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.

Written by Stephanie Wolf

Stephanie Wolf

An Atlanta native, Stephanie Wolf has performed professionally with the Minnesota Ballet, James Sewell Ballet, the Metropolitan Opera, and Wonderbound (formerly Ballet Nouveau Colorado). She has a BA in Liberal Studies from St. Mary’s College of California. Her writing has been published in national and regional media outlets, including Dance Informa, Indianapolis Star, and the Twin Cities Daily Planet. Currently, Stephanie lives in Denver, where she is a public radio producer and reporter. She loves bluegrass, cooking, Netflix, and owls.