She stood by herself, away from the platform, and held her cell phone to her ear while she repeated that one word, over and over again' like it was snow falling on her shoulder or gentle rain drops finding her hair, finding her face, finding her there, alone in the corner of the station. "Hello?". There was a moment of silence, a pause, and then: "Hello?" again. Her face had a slight look of concern, maybe; just the subtlest signaling of anxiety written on her forehead. "Hello?" There were no replies to her courtesy, apparently no answer to her desire to connect with someone on the other side. The longer she remained in the corner of the station, the quieter her replies became, until I could barely hear her but could still see the concern on her face. "Hello?" she said. "Hello?"

Stumble It!