Wednesday, August 24, 2005

Cane

I hear the train below in the subway station. We rush down the stairs, but the doors ping and then close. We are too late. Wait! An old man has stuck his cane between the doors. The doors wonderfully reopen, and we board. “Thanks,” I tell him. “Every cane has a silver dagger hidden inside.”

“It was a lucky stab,” he replies, smiling.