As the train slowed, a mean-looking teen boy, hair slicked back, tattooed on his neck, and face pierced, left the pack and moved toward the quickly slowing train. The train stopped, and the doors opened. As the woman moved toward the waiting car, he sidled beside her, paused, deftly raised his arm, and flipped open a silver Zippo lighter.
The Subway Fire
As the train slowed, a mean-looking teen boy, hair slicked back, tattooed on his neck, and face pierced, left the pack and moved toward the quickly slowing train. The train stopped, and the doors opened. As the woman moved toward the waiting car, he sidled beside her, paused, deftly raised his arm, and flipped open a silver Zippo lighter.