Eugene Bean Takes the Subway
Posted in Writing on 11/07/2008 10:00 am by Elizabeth Kaylene“Oh, dammit,” Eugene said, tugging at his briefcase. It had caught on the edge of one of the seats, and the sharp plastic had torn a scratch across the face of the already scuffed briefcase. He pulled harder and the seat let go, sending him sprawling onto the car floor. The heavy briefcase landed in his lap. “Augh.” He shoved the briefcase off of himself and stood shakily, grabbing hold of another seat to steady himself as the subway car bulleted through the tunnels of New York City.
The only other two passengers this late at night — a man who smelled like cheap wine and a young woman with a stud in her nose — glared at him.
“Sorry, sorry,” he said, making his way to a seat as far away from them as possible. He sat hugging the briefcase that sat on his lap. This day had been the worst ever in Eugene Bean history. He had gotten up early and taken a taxi — using his allowance — to Mid-Town. He had read enough Tyra Banks biographies to know that the first step to becoming famous was to go on a go-see. The first modeling agency he had visited was Brooke’s Booked. Read the rest of this entry »