Tag Archives: #candysellers

When A Heart Has The Last Say

Posted on December 18, 2025 by Susannah Bianchi

Midday    I’m on the subway headed downtown. Everyone has a seat, grateful I’m guessing to just be warm.   Only one young man stands absorbed in a Steinbeck novel.   Out of the next car comes the candy lady … Continue reading →

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A Sweet Close call

Posted on August 9, 2025 by Susannah Bianchi

 I’m waiting for the train entranced by the new steel guards separating you from the tracks to prevent falling; there are so many random accidents (Pollyanna finds it hard to accept otherwise) the city felt them necessary.  I look to … Continue reading →

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Sweet On The Outside

Posted on March 6, 2025 by Susannah Bianchi

  I’m walking up from the bowels of the Q train. If I allowed myself to think of how buried I am beneath the city, I’d be in a cab.   There’s the cutest little Latino boy stationed at the … Continue reading →

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Life On The Train

Posted on February 29, 2024 by Susannah Bianchi

 It’s midday on the Downtown Express.  I’m en route to see my therapist I’ve reconnected with realizing I need someone with brains to talk to.  Last time after I said how I now follow Chuck the Bassett Hound on Instagram, … Continue reading →

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Life On The Train

Posted on January 18, 2024 by Susannah Bianchi

It’s midday on the Number 6 Local. I’m seated at a far end of the car with a view of the rest of it.   It’s sparsely filled.  An MTA worker sits in the middle looking as if he’d just … Continue reading →

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