The Mission: An Original Mystery Short Story
Emily huddled on the bench in the subway station, her shawl pulled tightly around her shoulders. It was late, almost twelve o'clock. The station was nearly deserted. Two men stood to one side of the platform, diligently ignoring the few others. A homeless man, tattered clothes and inevitable knapsack stuffed with debris, lay sleeping on the bench across from where Emily sat. The few lights that still worked threw a dim, dreary yellow glow on the platform. No one seemed to notice.