The conversation continued
and soon they were agreeing on
more things and laughing. They
pushed onto the subway car, held
onto the pole and kept talking
as if they had known each other
for years.
Suddenly the conductor’s voice
proclaimed, “Next stop, Canal
Street.”
“That’s my stop,” she said as she
moved slowly toward the door.
“I have to see you again. Are
you ok with that?”
She nodded and fished around
in her pocketbook frantically
pushing aside her lipstick, tissues,
and wallet. Finally, she found it.
“Here’s my card,” she said, as
she stepped out of the car. He
stretched his hand out to get it.
People were starting to push their
way in. His fingers grazed the
edge of the card, but…it fluttered
to the tracks.
The subway door closed.
“Wait, wait.”
SCENE FOUR
Has a door
ever closed on
you? What’s
your story?
THE DOOR CLOSED
BY MARIAN NEMETSKY
There’s nothing so final as a
closed door.
SCENE ONE
She rushed
after him, high
heels clicking
on the marble
hallway, trying
to catch up with
his fast long
strides. Realizing
that she couldn’t
overtake him, she
started shouting
to the back of
the fleeing figure.
“I didn’t actually
throw the ring; it just dropped out of
my hands. I do love you, it’s just…”
She watched as he came to the
end of the corridor, where the
elevator door opened and swallowed
him. For a brief moment
he was in this crowded cubicle,
facing her. She cringed as she saw
the pain in his beautiful blue eyes.
Desperately, she continued, “I just
need more time…a little space,
and then…”
The elevator door closed.
“Wait, wait.”
SCENE TWO
The couple
was racing in
the airport. The
husband was
holding their
screaming child
in his arms. Their
carry-on bags
flew after them,
barely touching
the ground.
The announcement
over the
l o u d s p e a k e r
intoned, “This is the last call for
flight 165 to San Diego, California,
at Gate 12. All passengers have your
boarding passes ready.”
The man reached into his pocket
for his boarding pass and tripped
over his own baggage and fell, with
the baby landing on top of him.
His wife began hysterically
screaming, “Get up, get up.”
The loudspeaker boomed again,
“Last call for Flight 165 to San
Diego, California.”
The man got up as quickly as he
could and the couple once again
propelled themselves toward the
gate. They finally arrived, panting
and disheveled. They ran down the
aisle toward the airplane, exhausted,
but happy that they finally made it.
Just as they were about to board…
The cabin door closed.
“Wait, wait.”
SCENE THREE
They were
standing side by
side on the subway
platform,
pretending not
to notice one
another. He
was reading an
article about
the Mets in the
New York Times
sports section.
Sometimes he
nodded in agreement
or grimaced in disagreement
about what was written. She boldly
made the first move.
“I couldn’t help but notice your
reaction to the Mets.”
He looked up and was happy
that she had begun the
conversation.
“Are you a Met fan, too?” he
asked.
“I come from a family of Met
fans and we’re usually disappointed,
but you know how it is, we
keep on hoping.”
Around the Towers
STORY & PHOTOS
BY BUD BANK
I was asked to meet
with some very special
women. They are called “The 4 Evers.”
They are a wonderful group of 12; some still work,
some are widowed, some are single and some are
married. Their ages are between 55 and 94 years
old. They meet at Buffy’s for coffee and muffins
every Saturday at 11 am.
To be part of the group, you must live on the
fourth floor in Building One and you must be a
good person. They are all best friends and loving
neighbors.
I am going to speak to my real estate agent. I’d
like to know if any apartments are for sale on the
fourth floor. Maybe I can be the first male to join
the group. I know I’m going to have nice neighbors.
I spoke to each member and they all say the same
thing, “I am so lucky to be a 4 Ever Member.”
It was so nice talking to these women--no complaints
and only love in their hearts. We could all
“The 4 Evers” - Seated l-r: Jackie, Jackie and Paula; Standing l-r: Joan, Faith and Sylvia learn from them. A very special group.
32 NORTH SHORE TOWERS COURIER ¢ August 2021