Short story is on train incident.
An intense feeling of repugnance and fear came to me when I went to the subway. Suddenly I am stuck between 159th and 125th. All power goes out making visibility dim. In that moment, I encountered the most bizarre thing. The fat, stoop-shouldered gangster in the rumpled purple suit slams his cane on the floor and sits down, not looking at anyone in the train. I glance around at the others. They are all silent. Then, without warning, you hear: There is only one person who can bring me back to myself. We all know whom I am talking about. The man in the purple shredded suit points at you. As he points at a beautiful young girl, all I need is someone to change my ways.
After a dream.
Rising slowly from my dream. A moist and salty sea breeze greets me.
Out of the corner of my eye I become aware of movement inside my cabin. Three men are tiptoeing toward the door leading to my room. I start carefully to examine my room, checking the walls, the floor, but it is too late. Suddenly I notice the glint of light on a metal object in the man's hand. I climb inside a car as it pulls away from the curb. They smell of garlic and tobacco. "Let's get going," says the man sitting next to me. "We've got our sea catch for the day. This one is a fine fish." The car accelerates and daylight swallows me in the folded hills of Capri.