Posts Tagged ‘subway’

The Signs

June 7, 2016

The Signs

Down the street they went. They were quick. A man pushed a woman in her wheelchair. Something made of cardboard hang from her neck. The passerby looked discreetly. I am homeless. Help. Give food. The passerby shook her head. Another person in dire need, she thought. Once in the subway, a young man began to talk. His voice was loud. I am sorry for the interruption, ladies and gentleman. I am homeless. Anything you give me, food, coins, clothing will be greatly appreciated. His sign was similar to one belonging to the woman in the wheelchair. The young man stood in front of the seated passengers until they were able to read the words on the cardboard.


The Bread

April 13, 2016

The Bread

It was there—all three rolls were there. Someone had left them. They were wrapped in cellophane. “To take them or not take them?” the person asked herself.  Her eyes didn’t see anybody looking her way on the busy street. “I am hungry.” She touched the rolls one by one. They were soft and fresh. Opening the pocket of her long black winter coat, she put them inside. “Thank God, they fit. These are for when I am in a safe place and can actually eat them,” she said shrugging her shoulders. She walked away from the subway station.













Minute Friends

February 20, 2016

Minute Friends

Waiting for the subway anywhere in New York City can be boring. Someone approaches a person, starts a conversation. That someone tells the other person something that perhaps they wouldn’t tell anyone else. It is all about being listened to—nothing else matters. The train arrives; the one-way conversation ends. Each person tells the other: Have a nice day. Take care.




February 17, 2016

Someone (it was difficult to tell the gender) was stretched out on the seat. The person had been covered with a blanket. A woman took a seat near him or her, almost on the edge. She shook her head. That something like this should be happening here in New York, she thought. A voice came from under the covers. What are you looking at? It was a woman’s voice, sharp and clear. I am sorry the other subway passenger wanted to say. I am sorry. I feel for you. I know what your life must be like.


August 26, 2015

She was on the end part of the seat. His legs were spread out, his hands looked like he was praying. The eyes of the man were brown and hard. She looked at him, then looked away. She turned her face towards the left, so he wouldn’t see her expression. Her eyes were wet. She looked at him again. He didn’t move. His eyes stared at the window in front of him. Her face wanted to cry.


April 30, 2015


A young man sat in the wheelchair. The day was sunny and warm, early spring in the city. The young man didn’t seem to notice the weather. His chin rested on his chest and his eyes were closed. A cardboard sign hanging from his neck said:

I am Homeless. Need a miracle. Please help. People walked by him on their way to the subway.


March 4, 2015

The person had short hair, almost crew cut style and dark hair, dark skin. The clothes were on the beat up side, pants and a sweatshirt. The person held on to the pole while the train was moving. “I get my food and clothes from the garbage. If you have any food with you that you don’t need, I’d gladly take it.” Nobody answered the person. A man touched the person on the shoulder and put several coins inside the plastic bag hanging from the person’s left  arm. ” Thank you, sir,” the person said smiling a bit. The person moved towards the middle of the car. ” It can happen to you. It can happen to any of us. I get my food and clothes from the garbage. Could you spare a dime. Only a dime.”

Bagel Bags

December 22, 2014

It was a cold windy early Sunday evening. The man walked fast. His head was down and his face hidden by a black hoodie. He clutched part of his short winter coat with his right hand. Outside a closed restaurant someone had left two transparent bags. “Oh, bagels,” the man said, getting close to the bags. He took out a supermarket bag from one of his pockets and counted up to 6. After his food gathering job was finished, the man walked on towards the subway.


July 22, 2014

What was she doing here in this hot weather? The day was hot and humid, yet going in and out of the subway would have been too expensive. Her chin hit the sidewalk. It happened almost without her realizing it. One minute she was up and the next down. Her whole body hurt but the chin got the worst of it. he hoped someone in the street full of people would offer to help her up. No one did. he struggled up again as best she could, picking up her purse. She shook her head and on she went. The day was too bright to think about heartlessness.


July 14, 2008

Monday, July 14, 2008: I woke up with astart. Someone wastalking to me, saying something about a metro card that I could have. Something made me suspect and I looked in my purse. No wallet. I chased the man down Park Avenue, from the Steps of St. Bart’s church to Lexington. Police, Police, I yelled at the top of my lungs. The man walked down the flight of stairs to the subway. Then I saw my wallet–brown, imitiation leather, face down. It was open. Most of the money was there,all except $21.