She sits in the subway station at 7th Avenue and 9th Street in Brooklyn.
Most times I see her, she is perched on her suitcase (she recently replaced her old red one for a black one), either napping or reading the paper.
She's a big smoker and loves soda. Usually she's got a two-liter bottle of orange soda or Coke next to her.
The labels are always stripped away.
Occasionally I see her writing in a little notebook.
Two weeks ago she went missing.
Then last Thursday I was on my way to work and there, in her spot, amid a pile of cigarette ashes, I notice a small sheet of notebook paper.
Unknown Woman
Sitting Silent
Morning Welcomer
Sitting Silent
Watching Walker
Sitting Silent
Reading, Recording Horror
Sitting Silent
Lost to Slumber
Sitting Silent
Raising Wonder
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