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Thursday, February 01, 2007 Commuting #4  The fans overhead were loud, making conversation difficult. More frustrating was the dense awkwardness which had settled on our shoulders, clenching invisible fingers around our throats whenever we tried to speak. To be sure, not much was said standing there under Grand Central waiting for the 7 train to Times Square. Even after the train arrived and we sat kitty corner to each other in the less noisy, yet crowded subway car, the prior moment's silence seemed to resonate, continuing to smother conversation. So we settled on smiling and raising our eyebrows. Half smiles, like toothpicks were raising our cheeks. A couple of times I pointed to funny subway ads. Another crooked grin, followed by some noncommittal nodding - yeah, that's funny, I guess, if you like that kind of thing. I tapped my feet, she pulled on her sleeves. A few minutes later when we reached Port Authority she went south and I went north. Across the platform from each other, we waved goodbye before my train took me uptown. After I pulled away, she must have breathed a sigh of relief. I tapped my feet some more in time with the rattling subway door. Perhaps I should have introduced myself. posted by ezruh sellof at 12:04 AM 3 comments |
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Hey, I know that girl. It's me!
That girl is not Liz, it's me. And man oh man, what a moment we shared there.
Nice write man.
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