A Subway Story Dead of night. A subway car. A lonely widower, whiling away his life riding to nowhere. A face in the crowd. A mysterious younger woman. The two of them. Alone. Riding through the night. Riding each other. Changing his life.
I had known Edith for 21 years. I was her best friend. I hated this relationship. I had, for more than 20 years, wanted to be her boyfriend or her husband but I had been her best friend, more like a girlfriend. I had no girlfriend myself and never had sex with any women since I started feeling for her. This is killing me.