The Midnight Train

She glanced at her watch, 11:37.

Where was that train? The one-way ticket burned a hole in her pocket,

Anywhere, Montana, 12:00 train

She looked at her watch again. 11:38.

Sighing she went to sit on a bench next to the ticket booth.


Anywhere, Montana, 12:00 train

The one-way ticket felt heavy in his hand. He glanced at his watch 11:42, he looked around the station. There was a girl sitting on a bench near the ticket booth, and the salesman in the booth. An old man scuffled across the platform with a broom, the place was quiet. Hushed.

DING DONG DING DONG. The clock struck 12, a train whooshed into the station.

The End

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