The Singer—Doors—Any Doors

The Singer—Doors—Any Doors

The subway door opened. She was one of the first to go in, other passengers entered behind her. The thin white cane helped guide her to the middle of the wagon. Have yourself a Merry little Christmas, let your heart be light. Next year troubles will be out of sight. People around her talked, some laughed. None looked at the woman. Her voice shook and she stopped singing. Coins rattled in the tin cup she held in her right hand. The train made a stop. The cane guided her out. Across the platform, another train pulled in. The woman walked towards the doors. Iwish I didn’t have to do this.

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