Sunday, March 13, 2016

Boundary Issues

While sitting on the bench, waiting for the train to come, I look up from my phone to find I'm surrounded.

Three small, dark haired women stand above, looking down at me with some concern. One of them sits right next to me on the bench and leans in alarmingly close.

"Excuse," she says, holding up a map of Manhattan, "this train, goes to Manhattan Bridge?"

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