He stands at the train station, his heavy suitcase down at his feet. He stares down at the train tracks.
"Which train are you waiting for?"
He responds with "I'm not sure" without looking up from the tracks.
He can't look away, no, he might miss his train. To move his eyes from the cold metal tracks, it would certainly cause an imbalance; he would hate to fall in.
"Sir, if you don't know which train you are waiting for then how will you know to get on?"
His eyes snap up from the tracks, glaring at the person speaking to him, "Why must you ask? Why must you care? Stop your senseless nonsense, my train will be here-" the man looks at the time on his watch, then at the departure times posted at the station, "it has already came."
His foot slips, imbalanced, and he tips sideways onto the tracks.
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A Penny For Your Thoughts
Short StoryNo one understands your head and thoughts better than you. Everyone has different experiences and emotions. My short stories are meant to reflect these emotions and experiences; the stories should be interpreted and mean something different to every...
