Subway Guy

The disheveled man rode through the subway car,eying every passenger. No one returned his gaze. When he finally got to me I stared right back at him. He thought a moment and whispered, you can stay.
Then he pulled out a grenade from his jacket and ordered the others to come with him. People sobbed and moaned in fear. I just sat there reading silently from my new collection of stories, Abusing My Authority. I was wearing a t-shirt that said I am a writer. One more rejection and I snap.