Hi
at the
"can I have two dollars and thirty six cents for the train?"
"no."
another woman 50 feet away sobbing tunefully
feet and revolving doors shuffling, moving in time
A snapshot with nothing
To remember it
But this page in a book that no one has read yet
15 or 20 minutes later, 8:05 PM central standard time 2013 the year of our lord,
a fat woman with short gray straight patchy hair waddled and burped.
Train Station
