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    The letter on the subway

    The Letter on the Subway
    Chapter 1
    New York City, population 8 million.
    The streets early that morning were already alive with the intermingling lives of its inhabitants, when Bette Porter stepped out of her luxury hotel to head towards her first appointment of the day.
    The hustle and bustle of the street was bringing the city which never sleeps to a drowsy wakefulness. Yellow cabs were zooming on their destination, no  doubt the impeding gridlock of rush hour commute, and the city’s people had started on their journeys to work walking a million miles an hour with unrelenting determination. 
    Bette was starting afresh. She was stepping out on that morning a small step into a brand new life. She had grown tired of the west coast and was looking for a new challenge. Setting up a new gallery in this culturally buzzing city was exciting and she was relishing the prospect.
    She headed for the nearest subway entrance having decided to forgo the city’s cabs which would undoubtedly come to a grinding halt in the city’s traffic and her usual dedication to punctuality would suffer. 
    She descended into the bowels of the city amidst a wave of humanity and was transported to the station booths and vending machines to buy her fare.
    After swiping her card at a turnstile, she continued to the platforms and stopped on her way to study the subway map of weaving and intertwined colored lines completely indiscernible.
    She was new to the city although not unfamiliar with it, she just was admiring what everyday New Yorker was possibly oblivious to but parts of the underground travel system were very much tugging at the strings of her heart where her reason to live lay: Art. 
    Intricate tile work which adorned some of the stations, sculptures, photograph in illuminated glass cases,  even the graffiti spoke volumes of the desire of the people of the city to surround themselves with beauty.
     
    Vintage subway signs and stations names—so old and so immutable—as she was trying to  visualize the old days when like her a traveler, possibly already old, dead or forgotten, gazed at the same signs and station names the same way she was now gazing.
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    Comments

    1. kins, you bring us another amazing story. I just started reading your posts(and finished them all!) last night, so i’ll be looking forward to this new story, please post soon!

    2. Hey. Just caught up with your one-off and this chapter. Glad you’re back with another story. Very intriguing, to say the least… I’ll repeat myself, but I really love your writing. Impressive… Can’t wait to find out the content of that letter! Thanks,

    3. I´m only going to repeat what everyone else has said – you are an amazing writer and I´m a huge fan – looking forward to how this new story will unfold.

    4. Hi Kins40… Thanks for a new beginning! Looking forward to your next post :-) … Hmmm one in a million is already a slim chance, yours is starting by one in 8 millions!! Can you imagine how excited I am to know furthermore?? :-D

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