Subtle

Vapid condescension, a cloud of perfume, the stink of layered foundation, a dog in a wig. She is perfect for where she is, in Manhattan on a Brooklyn bound L train. All eyes on her. Not that there is an expectation of violence or outburst of insanity, just that she is loud and squeaky and …

The R

The R pulled into Union. I followed a tall woman dressed in black onto the car. I stood at the front and scanned the passengers. To my left, two empty seats and a woman on whose head a colorful scarf sat. It had many shades but seemed red as a whole. She didn’t seem that …