The Station Nobody Rides Through

The first subway line opened under the city in nineteen oh four. It runs day and night, every day of the year, and almost never closes. Polly followed a train down under the street.

The first station was built to look nice, with light from glass in the sidewalk above and a curved tile ceiling like a church.

But the platform bends in a sharp curve, built for short trains. New trains were longer, with doors in the middle too, and opening them there was not safe. The station closed at the end of nineteen forty-five.

Nobody removed it. The tile and lamps are still there in the dark. Trains still pass through, but nobody gets off. Polly watched one more train go by.