“This is 86th Street. Next stop: 77th Street. Please stand clear of the closing doors.”
The train starts moving again. The loud, shuffling of people’s feet that was heard a few moments ago is replaced by the soothing sound of silence. It isn’t the deafening, awkward kind of silence that most are used to. This silence is calming.
A very few quiet, barely audible conversations add life to the silence which would otherwise be known as dead silence. One cannot make out whole sentences out of these whispers, only sounds, and occasionally a word or two.
“This is 77th Street. Next stop: 68th Street. Please stand clear of the closing doors.”
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The Subway Symphony
Teen FictionSome people may not think very much of the New York subway. Maybe to most it is dirty, loud and a place where people show complete disregard towards personal space. To this unnamed observer, it is quite something else; a symphony.
