And The City Moves On ...

Taking the subway to court, half asleep, thinking of the day ahead.

I hear the train coming into the station and then a horn blasting. My thought, 'odd to have a through train in rush hour'.

Then cries of 'dear G-d' and 'doctor'. A woman crushed between the train and the platform. She's alive but wailing, an awful sound, a wounded animal cry. Haunting. This will stay with me.

The platform is cleared.

Buses come to take passengers around the closed station. A life taken? If not gone then changed forever.

And the City moves on ... .