"Ten minutes later, I died."-Veronica
Old, Mrs. Burberry spends most of her time here at the Hoboken Train Station. She watches the people as they hurry by her. A young couple strolled passed her, holding hands and enjoying each others' company.This reminded her of the relationship her and her husband had. Mrs. Burberry's husband died about 5 years ago and the only thing that she has left are the memories they shared. She remembered being so happy when her husband was alive. Mrs. Burberry was a successful interior designer and Mr. Burberry was a doctor. They had a beautiful home in Staten Island. They never had any children because of their tremendous dedication to their work. When they had free time they traveled. Mr.and Mrs. Burberry were the ideal couple. Then Mr. Burberry was diagnosed with cancer. A year later he died. Mrs. Burberry was devastated and isolated herself from everything. She finally moved to Hoboken into a quaint apartment. Now she lives each day of her life waiting. She waits for her life to come to an end so that she can be with her husband and once again, they can be the ideal couple,together.-Lisa Raimo, 18
Unknowingly waiting for someone who isn't coming, the woman thinks about her life and where its going. People walk by as the hours pass and the woman patiently waits sitting at the oversized train station bench that makes her look like a child patiently waiting for her parent to return.The hours still grow and the women still waits as if she's frozen in time and doesn't want to move from her place. Many people have come and gone but the woman still waits.-J Watson, 22
Its funny. The more things change the more they stay the same. I remember sitting here, on this bench as a child and I felt like I was swallowed up. A Lillipudlian in the land of Gulliver and I could not wait until I was grown up so I could sit on the bench like the adults. Well, what do you know, I am grown up and I am an adult but I still feel like I am swallowed up, sitting here on this bench. At least now my feet can reach the floor.- Beth T. Suckiel, 44
Three o'clock, where is he? I am just a little worried he will change his mind and not come as planned. Maybe he does not recognize me with the sunglasses and scarf, but I warned him I would have them on. I should not worry so, he said he would come and I believe him, sort of. Four-ten, maybe I should think this over, maybe it is not such a good idea to see him after twenty-five years. People change, I did. Maybe that is why he would be shocked to see me, I mean the blond hair might scare him, after all I was a brunette when he knew me. Oh I don't know what to do. Five-twenty, and he still is not here. If he does not come here by six, that's it. I am leaving, yes, I am leaving, I think so, maybe.- Beth T. Suckiel, 44
She quietly waits in the empty, cold train station. The business people that usually race through here are gone. She tries to keep warm on the cold, hard oak bench. She waits and wonders when he will arrive. No one seems to be around. It is very quiet and she feels alone. But he promised to meet her! She waits some more....confident that he will arrive soon. He has to show! She prepared for this day, yearned for this day. She waits some more. She looks around but the station still feels cold, damp, empty and quiet. She waits some more. She knows that he will not show but she won't admit to herself. She knows that he can't be here but she continues to wait anyway. She waits some more. She waits some more. She waits some. She waits.......-Dave Guido
This is a wonderful study of a woman either waiting or past waiting for the person/s she loves.The closet of her eyes is as telling as the openness of her heart.the closed hands,the close kept purse:All tell of a tightly held hope of life after the loss. Loss of what? You may ask?That is only for her to tell.-Howard S. Davis, 33
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