I pick up the gold necklace sprawled across the train’s floor like a golden snake. Finders Keepers, but I lost something precious once.
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I pick up the gold necklace sprawled across the train’s floor like a golden snake. Finders Keepers, but I lost something precious once.
Monday morning 5 train’s long tunnel to Brooklyn. The commuters’ glum affect reflects the drudge of a new work week.
“Rock, scissors, paper, shoot!” His tiny hand forms a fist which I tenderly enclose within my own, wishing as I do that I’ll never have to let it go.
Everyone remembers the first time they heard a man beg. “Let go,” he said.
It’s 10:50 a.m. on what otherwise would have been a usual work-dominated Monday morning, and I find myself slowly running out of patience as I wait for him at a deserted metro station.
The lifelike robot had blended in on the train seamlessly.