Ryan woke up at the end of the line. The subway car was empty, except for the homeless guy sleeping at one end and the MTA guy sweeping at the other. He patted his pockets: cell phone, keys, wallet, glasses on his face. “Thank you,” he said to the MTA guy, who ignored him. Ryan got up and felt the adrenaline beating back the alcohol in his bloodstream. He put all of the money in his wallet on the homeless man’s lap. “Thank you,” Ryan said, then sat down, closed his eyes and waited to be taken back to Manhattan.
***
Title by: Evie the evil Evelyn
Story by: Nick
I like this story!Related posts:
0 Responses
Stay in touch with the conversation, subscribe to the RSS feed for comments on this post.