Is hell really other people? Or ourselves? Of Heaven and Hell there’s still purgatory. That place could fire 10,000 imaginations. However, you have just this Friday and 100 words.
I’ll start with a story ….
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I ride. I’m not quite sure what station I boarded but I know as I watch the stops I haven’t gotten where I want to go.
The train sways and I hold to the strap waiting for a seat. I think hard – get up, get up. Don’t you notice me? Bastards!
And he sits and stares at his phone. She’s fumbling through her purse and my feet are so tired.
Stop, but no one gets off, some get on and then we go.
Did I doze? I do that sometimes. What was my station? Why does no one get off?
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Now, It’s your turn.
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featured image Engin Akyurt, Pixabay license CC0
Part Sociology 101 and part Performance Art 101. Either way it was an intriguing concept to Dillon when Tyler suggested it. Stand up on the subway and start shouting your praise to God and see what kind of reaction you get. Dillon went yesterday and it was Tyler’s turn today.
Tyler had sung The Doxology. “Praise God from Whom all blessing flow…” The reactions were a mixed bag of annoyance, amusement, and suspicion mostly, but a few people smiled and one lady even joined in. Tyler wondered about the reaction to his performance. Well…here goes nothing.
“Allahu Akbar!!”
Andrew says: Of all the nascent technological civilizations in all the galaxy, I got sent to this one. I monitor, I send back reports. That’s it. Eventually we’ll make contact. It might be 100 years, it might be 1000. In the meantime I watch.
My disguise is good. Very good. Right down to the internal organs. Once I told a female my secret alien mission. She ran away—not ready for first contact.
So now I ride the subways and watch the people. What a secret I have! If only they knew about my secret mission! Ha! If only they knew!
Deborah Gulotta says: She held onto the bar of the subway car and thought, “You know, if there’s a hell, this has to be it. Every day, twice a day, the same faces, the same annoying voices, the same gang bangers, the same “suits”, every day. The noise, the smells, the heat, I just can’t do it anymore. Today is the day. I’m taking that job in Vegas. Wide open spaces, no subway needed. I can get away from this hell-hole and start fresh. It will be heavenly!”
nicole says: Vera’s day begins as it normally does, riding public transportation – the subway. The adventure begins at North station in the city of Boston. To her, its like being on the red carpet before an award or fashion show. Checking out who’s wearing what and who wore it best! There’s the business men in their Armani or JCPenny suit, without the tag, she could see the difference. Then there were the women, some in flashy pants, some in conservative long skirts and the others that just came from the gym after a morning Yoga class.. Riding the subway was much more entertaining and provided countless ideas. So much more than a shared commuter service. Next stop, Kenmore ! Vera’s stop. The morning’s ride was a success! She now had the inspiration that she needed for her next clothing line. Oh, did i forget to mention that Vera, is actually Vera Wang !
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