Tag: attraction, connection, new-york-city, short-story, strangers, subway

Anyway, I think Florence and I noticed each other before the local train screeched to a halt at the 110th Street station, because as I boarded it felt as though we were supposed to step into the same car, and hold onto the same moist metal bar. My wishful hunch now seems confirmed by the way she’s reading her Time magazine article next to me.