A Pocketbook Peril

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Humor  |  House: Booksie Classic


Sunlight banks off the large divided windowpane on the east wall of the train station. Ahead of the morning rays, shadows of men and women stretch across the expansive concrete floor. A mysterious hollowness pervades the room.I observe it from behind a stone entrance to an outbound train leaving for my hometown in three hours.

The strangers milling about this ballroom-sized venue, don’t notice me even though I am comfortably unclothed. Across the room between the dusty haze veiled by perfume and the muffled voice announcing arrivals, between the fast-paced fedoras and the rhythmic step of feet shrouded in polished shoes pacing across the floor, I spy a familiar face. I gasp. 

I think of my Grandmother Lucy to be lost in an old-person world, unhip to modern day nuances and practices. She carries her pocketbook on walks around the block as if each outing is a new adventure to an evening soiree.A turntable in her formal dining room decorated with doilies and peonies from her garden, spins a Sinatra record. She forbids me to dance in any way she deems provocative or use the word badass. 

As I see her here I don’t understand. She is too early for the train departing to my hometown. Why is she poised, all lady-like, in the center of the station, exposing money from her pocketbook?Why is she flirtatious with a debonair man half her age? 

Then it happens. I instinctively lurch from my hidden space not to greet her but to protect her. I assume something is going on that shouldn’t. In my wildest dream this could be a drug deal or perhaps, as I leap forward clutching my breasts, I wonder if this is a payoff for services rendered. My breath is halted by the confusion between what I see and what I imagine. I shout, “Don’t Grandma,” but she is too engaged with the gentleman to be aware of anyone else in her surroundings. 

As I awaken from my naked slumber, I am blinded by the bright light rising through my bedroom window.I hear the sound of my phone playing a Sinatra ring tone that I reserve for Grandma Lucy. Unwilling to text, she calls to say her train is on time.In my semi-consciousness, I hear her say that she has a surprise for me. 


Submitted: May 08, 2020

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