It had been ages since I had been to New York City and friends had told me how bad the transit system was but I just had to see for myself. I mean we have a transit system in Dallas but it's just trains and doesn't have the atmosphere of New York, with all the little shops. I kept asking myself, as I entered the dirty station, do I really want to do this, b...
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Kerry: August 2, 2019 Today may be the last day of my life in which I am off and my wife is not so I figure I'd write up what's happened to me, and us, since our story ended with us heading home from my Mom's wedding to Tom Doyle last November. Last Tuesday and Wednesday I took the New York State Bar Exam, which I have to pass to become a New York lawyer....
She did not like the railway station and cringed her nostrils in disgust. The Nizamuddin railway station was packed with peddlers, beggars nomads and passengers translating the whole stage into pure pandemonium. 'What a madhouse,' she protested as usual. 'This is our country, there is a method in this madness,' her father defended the melee. The dust,...
So here I am, waiting for you at Spencer Street station. I got her fairly early, so I've been feeling queasy for over an hour, as is my wont to do. I'm so anxious for your arrival that I don't see the coach pulling in to the terminal until it stops right in front of me with a loud hiss. The flapping of the butterflies in my stomach intensifies twofold, and t...
Looking out from the train carriage window the incessant drizzle spattering against the glass as the field's race by. Excited by at last meeting the person who inspired pen to paper and assisted and nurture a fledgling virgin writer. Apprehensive about the meeting now. It seemed when first suggested such a good idea. Butterflies jumping like spring lambs in...
I'd been working for Mrs Benson for about seven months on a Thursday and Friday evening straight after work for about three hours. She ran a small accountancy business from her home and expected rather a lot for what she was paying, but I needed the money so didn't quibble. On arriving one evening I let myself in - I'd progressed to my own key after about fo...
Extracts from Sarah's diary Monday 13th September: I have been back in school for a week now. Year 13 is when it gets serious, university applications and then the A-levels; I am studying French, Russian, Latin and History. I have returned to school determined to do very well. This has not gone down well with some of my friends, but my teacher's are most im...
Same train, same carriage, same seat and same boredom. Five days a week, every working day for the past seven years I had endured the same routine. As usual I tried to read the newspaper folded in my lap but my concentration was poor. At twenty-six I was obviously at one of those crossroads of life. The divorce was finalized but I had no man in my life and I...
The train shuddered, lurching me awake. When I had drifted off, the seat facing me was vacant. A startling beauty now occupied it. She was tall, like me, but olive-skinned with dark twisting hair that framed her round face. At the center of that face were large, round green eyes, arresting in their vivid hue. As my mind returned to me, I wiped the little tra...