I had spent all day shopping with
my sisters and cousin Patty, experienced Chipotle for the first time and even
received mail (I get excited over mail). The day was winding down; it was
mid-July and the neighborhood kids rode their bikes on the streets. Everybody
was out on their yards watering their plants. Housewives sat on stoops keeping
an eye on their children as they ran around playing tag.
The sun was starting to set when
patty decided to head home to Brooklyn. My older sister and I walked Patty to the
train station, which was only a block away from my house. A visit from Patty was rare which is why we
always plan on doing a billion things and end up only seeing each other once or
twice a year.
As
we stood near Patty while she bought her train ticket a man crossed the street
and formed a line behind her. “Does this train go to Hackettstown?” He asked
the group but my older sister answered since she is most familiar with the
train schedule. Patty and I made our way down the steep stairs and onto the
platform then my sister Natali soon came after.
The man from before came down the
stairs as well and sat on a bench adjacent to ours. He had on a wrinkled Red
Sox tee shirt and carried a heavy backpack. Our conversation with Patty slowly
died out once he got on the platform and I became very aware of his presence. I
couldn’t recognize him from the neighborhood and figured he wasn’t from around
here due the fact he had a backpack. After convincing myself that he was not a
threat, I tried to start up a new conversation With Patty and my sister.
He walked over to us asking my
sister when the train was going to arrive. My sister told him that the platform
we were on was for those going to New York. He seemed to not mind as if he
didn’t care where the train was going after all. After a series of questions he
finally asked, “do you girls like big dick?”
There was a brief moment of silence
and then there it was. My sister who is known for being tough and having a
temper was quiet. Her eyes were wide open and I could tell she was shocked.
Patty was nearest to the man and had taken a step back and looked at me. Our
eyes locked and all I could think of was, “well
I guess she is never coming over my house again.”
I was furious! I took a deep breath
as if I were to huff and puff and blow a house down. I pointed my finger
straight at his face and said, “You need to back the fuck away from me and just
go!”
He looked surprised. The look on
his face said, “Do they seriously not
want the D?” I continued to yell at
him as if I were a police officer an in an authoritative voice I ordered, “put
your penis away and step away from us!”
His eyes were blood shot and his
face was pasty and white. I tried really hard to remember his face as he looked
at us confused and scared. He kind of resembled Charlie Day from It’s Always
Sunny in Philadelphia which is the description I gave to the police later on.
The man jumped on the train tracks and ran away. Before I knew it patty and
Natali were running up the stairs and were back on the street. I ran right
after them scared that I would trip going up.
The sun had already set and the
streetlights were on. The kids on the their bikes were headed home and suddenly
the neighborhood that I had grown up in didn’t feel as safe as before. I was embarrassed
by the incident but proud that I stepped up to the plate and took initiative.
Before we could even register what had happened we heard the sound of the train
coming. Patty hugged us and kissed us goodbye. And ran back down into the
platform and got on the train.
A million things came to mind as
she got on the train. What if he got on
it too and follows her home? What if he didn’t get on the train and follows me
home?
You capture multiple emotions as you go through such a strange and unnerving story. You capture the surprise of being shocked by the flashing, the tense feeling you get prior to a "stranger danger" moment, the sudden shift from a safe neighborhood to a dangerous dark street, and the fear and post shock from the encounter very well. You transition between these emotions very well too. It's obviously not an easy one to write. good job.
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