It was ten minutes to midnight, Saturday night, during the summer of 2010. the Shady Grove metro station was empty and quiet. All that could be heard was the power from the street lamps.
Seated at a bus stop was a young blonde-haired woman, dressed in a tight pink short-sleeved shirt and white shorts. She has been seated there for an hour, waiting on a bus that stopped it’s service an hour ago.
She checks her phone for the third and final time. Still, no battery power to make a phone call. The nearby phone booth is out of service, and there is not one person in sight. Still, she sits and waits for a bus to arrive, but she knows better. Continue Reading