Tag: strangers

• Recognizing Strangers

  

  Today, on the shuttle that serves as the ankle on the last leg of my morning commute, the one that goes from the subway to the office, I saw this girl I know. She wasn’t on the shuttle bus. She was driving a small SUV next to it. My window seat pulled up next to…

  Dan Metzger

  April 7, 2014

  Fiction, Gallimaufry

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