New York & Coffee
Serenity Torres
The black coffee burned her tongue as she took a tentative sip.
“Jesus…” She whispered angrily and placed the drink on the glass table outside the cafe with a hard clink.
A deafening train whistle blew, echoing throughout the enclosed station.
Everything slowed down as the crowds of people checked their watches and glanced at the schedules pinned to the bulletin boards to make sure that that was their train. Of course, they’d already checked countless times as they stood waiting, but the feeling of doubt is an overwhelming one.
The girl with the hot coffee whipped her head up, staring wide eyed at the dark and empty tunnel. The whistle blew again and she felt the ground beneath her shoes rumble ever so slightly.
The train was coming.
The crowd sprang into action-- briefcases were closed, coats were shuffled on and children were called for. The girl didn’t move. Her eyes were still glued to the tunnel as the train came closer and closer and her coffee rippled dangerously, threatening to spill over. Her heart raced faster and faster as she saw the first ray of fluorescent light break through the darkness of the tunnel. All of a sudden the train had arrived, one second it wasn’t there and the next it barreled through the opening so fast she was sure it would skip right past the station, but somehow it came to a stop.
The girl let out a shaky breath and fixed her hair that had been haphazardly blown around by the false wind. Her heart was still racing like another barreling train, but she managed to swallow hard and glance up.
A mass Exodus was occurring right before her eyes. An uncountable amount of people streamed through the automatic doors like a rush of water through a broken dam. The girl’s eyes desperately scanned the crowd; trying to see if each person was him. But the people moved too fast and were too bundled up with hats and scarfs to make out any features. She slumped down in the metal chair with a long sigh.