A My Private Coney project Flash non-fiction, brief moments and old memories of a city and mother's emotional and physical real estate disappearing at the speed of heartbreak.
Tuesday, April 29, 2008
One Day on the BMT
Like the 2006 photograph of Britney Spears’s labia, the woman’s wallet stuck out out of her jacket pocket.
I leaned over and said, "Miss, your wallet is going to get stolen."
She gave me that thank-fuck-you look, the favorite glare of all those who just moved here and thought they had street cred because they went into the neighborhood’s last remaining bodega down the street from their luxury condo.
I shrugged, went back to watching the subway fly by local stops.
But inside, I rued the day Florence caught me stealing a stick of penny gum from the newspaper-candy store on Delancey Street, made me go back and apologize to the owner and then made me promise never to steal again.
MY PRIVATE CONEY presents IT WAS HER NEW YORK, the short stories that accompany the work-in-progress video and photo collection of the same name (myprivateconey.com - media link - IT WAS HER NEW YORK). The stories and the media explore the tender rubble that holds both my mother, Florence's and New York's soul as one disappears into old age and the other into gentrification. All are real observations and/or experiences with very little tall-tale telling.
Except when it makes the story better.
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