The End of a VacationIt was another Monday morning, and I was just returning to work from my vacation. As I drove through the rain, I listened to a slow and easy song on the radio that reminded me of the last few hours I had spent with Mandy. It had been a year since the last time I saw her, and this time was even better. I got to spend a whole week with her. We talked, laughed, danced, and I didn't want to leave. In the short week I had spent with her, I felt like I found my best friend.
As I arrived to work, I was greeted by my co-workers with the typical greetings: "Welcome back" and "How was the vaca?" I replied with the good old phrases: "Thanks!" and "Great!" About half an hour after arriving, Jackie came to my office to ask about my vacation. She's a sweet lady in her mid-fifties, and she's such a talker!
Generation Gap(For my friends who like short stories) <3
She was an older woman in her late sixties on her way to meet her husband at their hotel. They always stayed in the finest suites of the best hotels wherever they traveled, but she had never traveled alone on the subway before. So she sat alone by the window with her shoulders back and legs crossed, trying not to watch any of the four other passengers as if she didn't want to taint her eyes with the sight of them.
At the next stop, three of the passengers left the train leaving only the old woman and a dark-haired teenage girl at the opposite end of the car. She wore a colorful tank-top with the words "One in a Million" in large bubbly letters, and a pair of ripped-up blue jeans. She sat with one leg up in the seat next to her and one on the floor of the subway car, leaning her back against the window. She was so carefree, and she couldn't help but catch the attention of the old woman at the other end of the car.
The old woman was somewhat