One Of Those Slow, Sunday Afternoons
It was the kind of somber day that stopped even the most devoted Christians from going to church, simply because of how tired they felt. Nobody could escape gloominess on a day like this, and yet everyone in the middle car of the two train making it’s way deeper into the Bronx was wide awake that afternoon. Each and every person sat up, alert when the man in the dark coat pulled a gun from his pocket.