Tuesday, April 21, 2015

There I was on the platform, waiting for the train. There I was in the hallway, on the way to the coffee machine. There I was on the sidewalk. Looking over my shoulder. Making sure I wasn’t followed.

When Jackie and I were on our way out at 14th Street there was a commotion around the stairwell. A bigger crowd than usual. There were groans and weary exclamations. It was pouring rain. Just a little earlier it was crystal clear, blue sky. I opened my umbrella and handed it to her. Outside, everything was wet but gleamed a little from the sun.

There’s that very nice freelance copywriter, always remembers my name. So I made a point of learning hers.