It all started with a simple seat that was hidden in the corner of a subway carriage. This seat was old, plain and still a little bit smelly from the time a runner sat on it.
But back when it was new it was the best seat in the entire carriage (at least in it's humble opinion). It had the best view and was isolated. The seat was a spot of inspiration for many people. Hundreds of people would sit on it every week. However, for a select few the most important decisions of their life would be made sitting on this seat, staring out the window.
This is the story of a passerby, who sat on that seat; and whose life was changed.
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Passerby
General FictionHidden the the shadows in an unoccupied corner of the subway lies an old seat covered in dust. Many have sat on it. Complete strangers, each with their own story. This is not a story about princes and princess' nor a story about a secret romance. Th...
