“The queen is the most powerful player, Ladies and Gentlemen,” the man with a megaphone addresses the commuters scurrying towards homebound trains. A small woman wobbles on high heels, one broken, asking “Can you help me?” to the throngs rushing off the escalator. “Yes,” someone in a blue suit grabs her elbow, guiding her further underground. She smiles, her youthful frame belying the lines around her eyes. I exchange a worried look with a fellow passenger; we are moving quickly. “The queen, Ladies and Gentlemen, has all the moves,” the man loudly observes as the couple passes out of view.
Rebecca Tiger teaches sociology at a college and in jails in Vermont and lives part-time in NYC. She writes on the long train ride between her two homes. Her stories have appeared in Bending Genres, Bright Flash, BULL, Mom Egg Review, Peatsmoke, Roi Faineant, Tiny Molecules and elsewhere.
I enjoyed this very much. Intriguing. As I read it, I could picture Penn Station's demolition too.
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