There's dust, and metal. Nothing else at all.
it's airless and it's absolutely black.
I found a wallet. I'm afraid to call.
I'll stay until my little girl comes back.
I can't do that for fifty times the fare.
A coronary. Other things went on.
It goes, like, something mighty, and despair.
All those not now accounted for are gone.
A taller building? Maybe. I can wait.
I hugged the stranger sitting next to me.
So this is what you call a second chance.
One turn aside, into eternity.
This is New York. We'll find a place to dance.
Multimedia version of John M Ford's 110 Stories
Link 2: www.youtube.com/ watch?v=UrMo3TaI8mo
Link 1: 110stories.malibulist.com/ 110Stories.mov
Saline Project's 110 Stories