Flash Fiction: A Wanna-be New Yorker
Slice of Light © Arnaud Montagard
Image by Arnaud Montagard
Written by Emma Elizabeth Mathes
When we got off the train at Grand Central, my dad took control. He ushered our family out of the station like he was our tour guide, and talked to us like he was an expert.
As he talked with his hands, he said, “It will be impossible to find a cab. We should walk to 8th and take the A downtown.”
As we passed Bryant Park, he pointed out the Empire State Building like it was a rare sight as I held back a laugh.
My father had never lived in Manhattan and hadn’t worked here in 30 years, but nothing was going to stop him from behaving like he had never left.
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