The rumble of an approaching train vibrated the tunnel. As it got closer, I felt it all through my body. Then a wall of sound overtook everything else as our ride whooshed into the station. Please be my train. Please, please, please. Travelers hurriedly folded their newspapers and stuffed them under their arms or into bags. They pushed closer to the platform edge, some elbowing others aside to gain the perfect position, predators ready to pounce as soon as the doors whooshed open.
The roar and gust of wind of the arriving train used to scare me half to death. I still don’t like it, but I’m used to it I guess. Okay, more used to it. I’ve faced down raging geese, angry roosters and mad bulls more than once, but my first experience of the approaching train was almost enough to make me head for the hills.
The wind of arrival blew back my hair and rocked me onto my heels. I’m a big girl, and I can only imagine the force it must create. Do the trains break the sound barrier? They sure seem like it. The metal monster’s mouths squealed open. It devoured commuters and spat others back out onto the platform. Not my train. Great. More time in the stinky station.
My cell phone vibrated. I looked down at the display. Julie, probably having another crying jag and wanting consolation. I sighed and answered.
“Kass, oh my…news…”
“Hold on, hon. I’m in the subway.” I couldn’t believe the phone even rang down here, where reception wasn’t worth spit.
The bellow of the train and the blurry, canned voice announcing the stop drowned out the call. Once it blew up its tail wind and left, I put the phone back up to my ear. Julie hadn’t stopped talking. She sounded like popcorn bursting with enough enthusiasm to blow the lid clear off the pot, but her voice came out with the same vague vowels as the recorded announcement.
“Sorry Jules, I can’t hear you, but I’m glad something went your way. Talk to you when I get home.”
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