A New York City Train Ride
by Malaika Booker-Wright
I stared down the set of steep cement steps that lead to the “A” train and hesitated.
“Gal! Come on! Mark and Len will protect us. And you only have four stops after me and Mark get off.”
I walked down the steps with Kim, Mark, and Len, feeling that none of them could protect me if need be.
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