Sailors and Angels

That evening, we took the subway under the East River to the World’s Fair in Queens.  The return trip to Manhatten sealed the memory in our minds forever.  We decided to get off the subway in Times Square because we didn’t know what other stop was close to our hotel.  We climberd the stairs to the streets above and were immediatelyl surrounded by several men.  We froze in fear.

Would Somebody Please Comfort Me!

She sat in her usual spot on the curb of a dead-end steet in a town long ago forgotten by time.  Her disheveled hair reflected what her life had become.  Her dull eyes and her dirty, tattered clothes gave anyone who passed by an excuse for not stopping to help.  To comfort.