Sunday, June 21, 2015
Bowery Station, 3:15 A.M., by Warren Moore
A little snippet of a story, but a memorable one. The nameless narrator is hanging around one of the least used subway stations in the middle of the night, when...
I saw the girl standing on the Brooklyn bound side of the platform. You might not have noticed anything, but I saw the firsts clenched at her sides and I saw her lips moving, and I knew what she was gearing up to do.
Can he prevent her from taking her own life? And if he does, what will happen next?
Worth finding out.