The N Sleeper
The man was stretched out on the seat, face up. His hair was all white. The wrinkles told of a hard life. On his head he wore a beret. The jeans were clean as was his dark winter jacket. The N train going to Manhattan made several stops. He kept sleeping. People came in and out. One person sat near him, another on the seat across from him. He didn’t hear or see a thing.
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