First Pages: Some Women
It was just that things like getting attached to people, sleeping with a lover every night, or even having a pet, had never really been part of my life. At least, it hadn’t been in a number of years.
Descent now into the subway train station, I stop, and deeply inhale the soon-to-be molested air at the top of the stairs. Visibility into the station from here is not very good. It has darkened considerably during the short walk from the studio. I had to refresh myself now, to awake! I take care and balance myself to avoid touching the railing.
I had moved down a flight of stairs now, turned two corners, and there was further to go; down, down… farther underground… and through a long hallway. Next, I needed to cross to the other side of the station, lower, and deeper. Finally, I reached the appropriate platform and began looking hazily about me. There were a couple of police officers, a male and a female, making for an exit. The atmosphere was of a crime scene, and I looked around for the chaos, seeing only a small gathering of passengers who looked similar to the after-hours crowd; sparse, quiet, and somewhat disenfranchised looking. A sudden aversion to these people advanced within me. There was a woman standing there, I looked at her face, and I instantly felt a seething hatred of her. The way she looked. She seemed awful and ugly. Then suddenly, she smiled… a lovely, beaming smile, and the loathing abruptly abated, leaving me as inexplicably as it had come. Perhaps she had noticed me looking at her. I moved further down the platform…