The subway

Standing around waiting for a cab seems like a silly idea, you’ve taken the subway a million times before, right? A tinge of lingering doubt still sits at the back of your mind. “Have I ever ridden the subway?” You shake away the doubt, vivid memories of watching the people on the train, camera in hand as a teenager fill your mind, why does it seem like they aren’t really your memories. “Coffee, need more coffee.” You grip your purse and head to the nearest subway entrance, pulling your card out, and swiping your way in as you get down the stairs. You make your way to the platform, passing a few people on the way, it all feels rather normal. The sounds of the subway drowning out the doubt. A man with a far to bushy mustache provides you with the required coffee as well as a small sweet pastry, baklava, the smell summons memories of you as a little girl getting into a fight over such a desert, it’s more like watching a movie than a real memory. But it is delicious.

Soon you are on the train platform, checking your rather expensive watch, waiting.

A voice calls out, “Now what might you be? You are simply dripping with magic.”