The Subway

A mother daughter duo of mutual snobbery practice general yuppyism.
The mother turns her head aside while the daughter points her gaze downward
into her mother's palms, where the New York Times appears to be held for her perusal; it isnt.
She's merely holding the paper in a sense of lofty apathy so as not to stain her fingertips with its ink.
The mother wears fake pearls, rustic, perhaps made of wood.

They don't interact, retaining their gazes in the opposite direction of each others.

People wear dresses without smiles.
Glasses without swagger.
Pearls without grace.

New York at 9am without a caffeine injection.

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