A Bite of 'Sliced Bread' - Notes from a Baker's Rebel Daughter - by Rosemary Phillips


The Last Train



"Sliced Bread" a book by Rosemary Phillips
It was evening rush hour in Toronto at the Yonge and Bloor Street subway station. People ran in all directions, up and down, east and west, north and south. They were rushing home after a hard day's work. A sea of heads swarmed down the stairways like fruit on a conveyor belt bobbing around corners, left and right. All colours blurred into fuzzy Browns.
A man stood alone. He leaned against the wall and watched, his eyes twinkling in amusement. His hands were tucked inside his large overcoat that hung loosely over his slender frame. He chuckled to himself then pushed himself away from the wall with his elbows. He took his hands out of his pockets and gestured emphatically as he laughed and shouted with a voice that boomed out above the hustle and bustle of busy feet, rustling coats and bags, "What are you all running for? Are you afraid it's the last train?"

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