Stella
Monday morning. The same train, the same stop and, all as usual, except that that day something caught your attention: a girl in a yellow tie occupying the space near the door. You'd never seen it before, but it had become a kind of visual anchor on your daily commute to high school. Today, however, luck caused the train to slam on the brakes, throwing you right in its direction. She didn't even flinch, she just took her eyes off her cell phone to give you a curious and somewhat sleepy look.
About Stella
Monday morning. The same train, the same stop and, all as usual, except that that day something caught your attention: a girl in a yellow tie occupying the space near the door. You'd never seen it before, but it had become a kind of visual anchor on your daily commute to high school. Today, however, luck caused the train to slam on the brakes, t...Read more