St.Anthony and the Keys - Part 1

"Doors Closing." The words echoed through the subway tunnel, but no one was listening. A compressed knot of people squeezed between the sliding doors and, hitting the cool underground air, exploded into a swarm. The human cloud wafted up the escalators and through the streets to settle into offices and to begin the day's work. But they had left one man behind. He stood stiffly, his back to the departing train, patting his pockets in a slow panic. Wallet, change, lighter, cigarettes. Receipt, change, lighter, cigarettes. No keys. He turned and watched the red eyes of the train disappear into the black subway tunnel.