“I looove rock’n’roll so put another dime in the…”. The homeless man opposite her just won’t shut up. She would have stood up and moved - had it been physically possible. The subway car is packed. Irritated and stressed New Yorkers, intruding on each other’s ‘personal space’ - not a good mix. Had this been three years ago, she wouldn’t have been able to stand it. The closed-in feeling, and the rotten smell from the singing drunk. But she was used to all that now. Amanda looks down at her watch for the hundredth time this morning. Shit, just five minutes until the meeting starts. No way she’ll get there in time.
this is very good. it does a good job of setting up a premise for the story, a springboard. from here you could essentially take it in any direction you want. This may just be me (and it probably is) but I get a sort of 'twilight zone' feel from this. That the mundanity of the situation that you've described somehow sets the scene for something strange or unexpected to happen. just my initial reaction. but as aforementioned, because you've left it open you can take it in any direction you want.
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