Part ii: Stand clear of the closing doors please
“MetroCard?” Stephen said while pushing a 5 dollar bill through the small glass window. The 40-ish, stout woman behind the counter took the dollar carefully with her fake nails and pushed back a plastic wrapped MetroCard.
He ripped open the package and swiped himself through the turnstile.
The train arrived just on time. He felt the whoosh of hot air as the train came to a stop. The doors opened, and a hint of the air-conditioned air inside the train invited him in.
“This is a,” the friendly voice began, but was muffled by the rush of people.
Just as Stephen was about to get on the train, he saw a coin roll by his foot. He picked it up and examined it. It was the same color and size of a quarter, but none of the familiar etching that indicate that it was one. In fact, all it said was “HEADS?” on one side and “TAILS?” on the other.
He placed the coin in his breast pocket and turned to get on the train.
That was, until he got bludgeoned in the head.
“Stand clear of the closing doors, please.”