Yes, it is my first time, Sandy replied with a reluctant smile of her own. Her eyes roamed over Sandy’s small waist and almost flat midsection she could almost swear that Sandy got her well-kept body weight from going under the knife, but one look at Sandy’s plain clothes, told her the young woman could not afford it.Īre you going to New York for the first time? the woman asked, flashing a cheery smile. I will need to get the doctor to inject my lips if I want those full lips, the woman thought grudgingly. How she wished she had Sandy’s caramel brown skin and beautiful full lips. The middle-aged woman, with a face too tight from too many Botox treatments, sized Sandy up. she mumbled, attracting the stare of the middle-aged woman sitting by her side. New York.where dreams are made of.there is nothing you can’t doooh. The tune of Alicia Keys’ song ‘Empire State of Mind,’ filtered into her mind and she began to hum the tune. She heard that New York was a city of possibilities and miracles, and so she had set her sights on that city. Sandy as she was called, had cleaned up her life in Tulsa, Oklahoma, and put it in a box it was time to search for greener pastures.

Perhaps her life did depend on it, because the meager sum in the satchel, was her whole life savings. With lean long fingers, she gripped on to her satchel, as though her life depended on it.

In one of the budget-friendly compartments, a black-haired woman sat in one of the cabins, which she shared with three other passengers. There was a different caliber of passengers from the middle class to the low class. The train had different compartments, depending on the affluence of the passengers. The train danced slowly down the rail, like an old overweight woman, puffing smoke into the Oklahoma night sky. For permission requests, solicit the publisher via the address below. No part of this publication may be reproduced, distributed, or transmitted in any form or by any means, including photocopying, recording, or other electronic or mechanical methods without the prior written permission of the publisher.

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