On weekends, I try to allow extra time to get from Queens to Manhattan by subway. But on this particular day I had not realized how far I would have to walk from the station to the West Village theater where I was going.
It began to pour as I started across town. I had neither an umbrella nor a rain hat and was holding a magazine over my small wool hat to try to keep myself dry.
As I approached Seventh Avenue, I decided to double-check that I was headed in the right direction so I wouldn’t go out of my way so close to curtain time.
I stopped a man walking toward me, pointed in what I thought was the direction of Christopher Street and asked for confirmation.
“Yes,” he said. “That’s Christopher Street.”
I thanked him and started to hurry off.
“Wait ma’am,” he said. “Take this.”
He held out his large black umbrella.
“But it’s yours,” I sputtered.
“Now it’s yours,” he replied.
— Rachel Donner
I was sitting in a terminal at La Guardia Airport waiting for a flight to Buffalo. The area was hot, crowded and stuffy. People were sitting wherever they could.
I dozed off. When I opened my eyes I saw a nun sitting at a table across from me. She was looking at me.
“I do not know what path to follow,” she said.
“There are many paths,” I said. “Just choose one.”
“I don’t know why I am reading this book,” she said.
“Because it is a distraction,” I said. “And we all need distractions.”
“What should I do now?” she asked.
“Just put one foot ahead of the other.” I said.
And then my plane was called.
— Raymond Vegso
I was at a local discount store. It was filled from floor to ceiling with everything from shampoo to mops to underwear.
I spotted the item I wanted on the topmost row of a hanging display. I looked around for one of those grabbing poles that could help me pull it down, but I didn’t see one. There weren’t any employees around either.
I was considering my options when a woman stepped up next to me and pointed to her shoulder. I was perplexed.
She put my hand on her shoulder and pointed to a ledge I could hoist myself up on.
“Are you sure?” I asked.
Balancing myself on her shoulder, I was able to reach up and grab the item.
“Thanks so much,” I said.
We both smiled and went on about our browsing.
— Diane Kirschner
I had an appointment to see an apartment and, according to Google Maps, had left exactly enough time to get there from work.
Of course, I got there late and missed the appointment completely when the real estate agent had to go home.
I was in the Barclays Center subway station. I began to feel overwhelmed by the prospect of trying to find a permanent place to live. I started to cry.
The R wasn’t coming, so I decided to walk to Fulton Street to get the G. I was still crying when I walked onto the platform at the station there.
A woman smiled at me. Embarrassed, I averted my eyes and brushed past her.
“Are you O.K.?” I heard her ask.
I stopped and removed my headphones. She was sitting on a bench.
“What?” I said.
“Are you O.K.?”
She patted the seat next to her.
“From one human to another,” she said. “What’s up?”
I sat down beside her and, still crying, began to explain everything. We talked until, at some point, I started to laugh.
When the train arrived, we got on together. And then we got off at the same stop. It turned out she had lived in my neighborhood for 15 years.
— Molly Burdick
My mother and I were shopping at Zabar’s. A tall man appeared next to us.
“Have you tried their stuffed cabbage yet?” he asked.
We paused to comprehend his question. Noticing the look of surprise on our faces, he smiled.
“They are really good,” he said. “Come this way.”
Following him through the store, we soon arrived at a container with two stuffed cabbages and some tomato sauce. He pointed at the container.
“This one, this is very good.” he said.
I was still puzzled by his enthusiasm and wondered if there was anything special in the cabbages.
“What’s inside?” I asked.
“You know, meat, like hamburger meat,” he said.
I looked at my mother.
“Yeah,” she said, “I know.”
“O.K.,” I said. “I’ll try.”
Once my mother had put the container in her basket, he looked satisfied.
“Enjoy,” he said, and then disappeared.
— Aiko Setoguchi
Read all recent entries and our submissions guidelines. Reach us via email email@example.com or follow @NYTMetro on Twitter.
Illustrations by Agnes LeeB:
香港高级传真家野一波中特“【就】【凭】【你】，【你】【以】【为】【得】【到】【了】【魔】【神】【之】【力】【就】【能】【为】【所】【欲】【为】【吗】？【若】【鸿】【蒙】【古】【魔】【恢】【复】【全】【盛】【时】【期】，【本】【尊】【还】【惧】【你】【三】【分】，【可】【如】【今】，【古】【魔】【被】【封】【印】【几】【百】【万】【年】【之】【久】，【一】【身】【魔】【力】【所】【剩】【无】【几】，【你】【就】【算】【得】【到】【了】【魔】【神】【之】【力】，【还】【能】【以】【一】【己】【之】【力】，【匹】【敌】【我】【神】【族】【众】【神】······” “【噗】！” 【永】【恒】【神】【尊】【话】【还】【没】【说】【完】。 【只】【见】【他】【猛】【地】【喷】【出】【一】【口】【鲜】【血】！ 【下】【一】
【黄】【龙】【真】【人】【虽】【然】【弱】，【但】【也】【是】【实】【打】【实】【的】【大】【罗】【金】【仙】【境】，【申】【公】【豹】【虽】【然】【帮】【自】【己】【忽】【悠】【了】【不】【少】【的】【高】【手】，【但】【是】【这】【些】【人】【中】【实】【力】【最】【强】【的】【魔】【家】【四】【将】【联】【手】，【也】【只】【有】【和】【太】【乙】【金】【仙】【抗】【衡】【的】【实】【力】，【还】【不】【足】【以】【对】【抗】【大】【罗】【金】【仙】【境】。 【所】【以】【想】【要】【杀】【死】【黄】【龙】【真】【人】，【沈】【羽】【还】【得】【找】【其】【他】【的】【人】【帮】【忙】。 【苦】【思】【冥】【想】【了】【良】【久】，【沈】【羽】【最】【终】【还】【是】【把】【这】【个】【可】【以】【帮】【自】【己】【的】【人】，【锁】【定】【到】
【黎】【诺】【望】【着】【天】【边】【的】【云】【霞】，【思】【绪】【飘】【了】【老】【远】。 【他】【心】【里】【虽】【担】【心】【着】【帝】【飖】【的】【安】【危】，【却】【也】【无】【可】【奈】【何】。 【不】【知】【帝】【飖】【如】【何】【了】，【如】【今】【自】【己】【这】【状】【态】【也】【无】【法】【照】【顾】【飖】【飖】，【莫】【不】【如】【让】【她】【待】【在】【大】【仲】【荒】【的】【身】【边】。 【黎】【诺】【底】【下】【头】，【看】【着】【手】【笺】，【继】【续】【将】【自】【己】【埋】【首】【在】【公】【务】【里】。 【他】【偶】【尔】【低】【沉】【的】【咳】【嗽】，【那】【沙】【哑】【的】【声】【音】，【沧】【桑】【的】【再】【明】【显】【不】【过】。 【慕】【西】【放】【下】【手】香港高级传真家野一波中特【重】【新】【回】【到】【市】【政】【厅】，【这】【个】【时】【候】【已】【经】【下】【半】【夜】【了】【吧】，【整】【个】【晚】【上】【都】【被】【各】【种】【各】【样】【的】【突】【发】【事】【情】【折】【磨】【着】，【到】【现】【在】【凌】【骁】【才】【轻】【舒】【口】【气】。 【终】【于】【能】【够】【放】【松】【下】【来】【了】【吧】…… 【身】【后】【的】【玛】【格】【丽】【特】【一】【直】【沉】【默】【着】【跟】【着】【凌】【骁】，【安】【静】【像】【是】【没】【有】【她】【一】【样】。【这】【让】【走】【在】【前】【面】【的】【凌】【骁】【非】【常】【不】【自】【在】，【对】【方】【不】【至】【于】【还】【因】【为】【对】【方】【的】【感】【激】【而】【赌】【气】【吧】…… 【就】【这】【样】【安】【静】【又】【不】【失】
【面】【对】【马】【小】【云】【和】【林】【夏】【茹】【的】【期】【待】，【韩】【俊】【淡】【淡】【地】【说】【道】：“【仅】【限】【于】【二】【轮】【融】【资】【的】【股】【份】，【愚】【人】【不】【低】【于】40%，【并】【且】【不】【能】【低】【于】【任】【何】【一】【家】【投】【资】【商】。” 【林】【夏】【茹】【再】【次】【蹙】【紧】【眉】【头】。 【韩】【俊】【狮】【子】【大】【开】【口】，【这】【不】【符】【合】【高】【盛】【的】【利】【益】，【即】【便】【高】【盛】【参】【与】，【最】【低】【限】【度】【必】【须】【拿】【到】【二】【轮】【融】【资】【股】【份】【的】40%，【这】【样】，【软】【银】【势】【必】【会】【放】【弃】。 【至】【于】【软】【银】，【林】【夏】【茹】【谈】
【陆】【鹏】【立】【马】【叫】【了】【起】【来】：“【金】【大】【哥】，【你】【上】【啊】，【没】【事】，【蔬】【菜】【而】【已】。【上】【去】【吃】【口】【烤】【鸭】【应】【该】【也】【没】【什】【么】【吧】？” 【金】【炜】【看】【了】【几】【眼】，【当】【下】【心】【一】【横】：“【不】【让】【吃】【难】【道】【还】【不】【能】【闻】【一】【闻】【啊】？”【说】【着】【他】【就】【从】【座】【位】【上】【离】【开】，【准】【备】【过】【去】。 【他】【倒】【不】【是】【因】【为】【喜】【欢】【吃】【这】【些】，【而】【是】【真】【的】【每】【天】【吃】【健】【身】【餐】【感】【觉】【嘴】【里】【的】【味】【觉】【都】【快】【要】【失】【灵】【了】，【不】【能】【吃】【难】【道】【还】【不】【能】【望】【梅】【止】【渴】