The four of us boarded the train in Cannondale, Connecticut, for New York City.
A woman sat alone across the aisle to my left. She had warm, brown eyes and long, gray hair. I said hi. She smiled and told me her name was Marilyn.
When we changed trains in Norwalk, Marilyn found us and squeezed in with us.
“I can tell a lot about people by their eyes,” she said. “You all have kind eyes. I like you, but I don’t like people whose eyes aren’t kind. With me, it’s either one or the other. I have no middle.”
The Woman With No Middle, by Don Tassone
15/5/2018 04:22:43 pm
What a gift for her plus the gift of the writer. Make us think.
15/5/2018 04:25:55 pm
Good short story. As if it really happened.
Paritosh Chandra Dugar
16/5/2018 07:48:55 pm
I think most people have no middle. Well done, Don!
17/5/2018 01:50:47 pm
Thanks to all!
25/6/2018 05:52:09 am
Great read! I love the wise words from this stranger on the train. :)
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