It was a busy day in the Rome metro station. Behind me, my sisters and father were studying a map. I didn't pay much attention. I assumed, I suppose, that they were plotting out where we would go from our next stop. Then, with a whoooosh of wind, the train pulled to a stop to admit passengers. Certain my family was following behind me, I hurried aboard.
The train took off with a lurch as an old, weathered italian man grinned wolfishly at me. I shuddered, scanning the crowd for my family. They weren't there! Stumbling as the train swayed on its underground tracks, I went up and down the long length of the train. (The length of a small street!) They were not aboard! Suddenly nervous and terrified, I studied the signs above my head. The next stop was Villa Augustine, and I would have to get off here, as obviously I could not remain on the metro. I stepped off amongst the sweaty, loud crowd onto the platform, completely alone, only fourteen, and frightened.
For a while, I wandered around
2007-09-21
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