Documentary
“So what’s new with you?” he asked as he sat down next to her at the subway station.
“Nothing much,” she said. Then she pointed at the plethora of suitcases he set down next to the bench. “What about you?”
“I’ve decided to make a documentary.”
“Oh?”
“About the trains and the people on it. I’m going to go as far as it does today and then take a different colored line each day.”
“You probably won’t get very far.”
“The green line goes to the AmTrack station; I’ll get very far.”
“What’s the point?”
“To document the failing train traditions. It’s not the same as it used to be.”
The train pulled up to the station quickly with a heavy huff of hot air. The brakes squeaked against the rails as it slowed to a stop with petrol smelling air. The doors slid open with a small, quick rebound against the sides of the train. People stepped off the train towards the exits ignoring the others trying to get on and the colored advertisements decorating the brown speckled station. They got on the train and sat by the window. The doors clacked shut and the train sped off, the wind slapping the windows and walls of the subway.
