Wednesday, May 30, 2007

Summer Run

The frustration train ran through the Bronx and down the west side of Manhattan. Workers climbed on at every stop and slumped on gray benches as the rattle carried them downtown.

“What’s next?” Carlos asked.

“14th Street,” Jon chucked.

Carlos glared. They both laughed.

“We’ll get ‘em tonight,” Jon said. “It’s all going up from here.”

“I guess it’s got to,” Carlos shrugged.

“You guess?” Jon demanded. “We don’t guess around here. We know things are going to swing and whoever is on the other end is going to be sorry.”

Carlos’ lips curled. “Yeah, it’s going to be a good summer.”

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