Somewhere, on the smallest vagon of the last hour train sat a man; in his hands there was a phone, he was staring at it intently, but it's screen was black.
There came another man, upon seeing the seat next to him, he asked if he could sit there, the man grumbled something like a yes and so the passerby sat down.
After some minutes of ankward silence the new passenger tried to strike up a conversation saying that his name was Max and asking the other man's name, whom replied whispering his name was Axel. Max, happy to have received an answer, started talking about himself, saying that he was a tourist, that he really enjoyed his stay in the city and that he was so sad he had to leave in a few days; the man mostly nodded or said some agreement expression, but mostly he just stared at the blank screen. Seeing that Max stopped talking and asked the man if he was a tourist too. The man shook his head and said that he was born and raised there and that as much as he wanted he would never leave. Max surprised by his words started to ask why, why would he say that, why couldn't he leave from now on, that he still had so much time, the man answered that it was just too late for him. Max felt such a melancholy in his words that he couldn't even come up whit an answer, Axel seeing his silence offered him a sad smile and asked him if he would like to hear a story, Max nodded energetically and the man began speaking.
He talked about a young woman, she was the daughter of a cruel man whom neither understood he was cruel nor his daughter, the young woman had many problems and she thought they were all his, oh so, cruel father's fault, so every day she brew anger in herself until one day she couldn't take it anymore and yelled at the cruel, cruel man. Since the cruel man didn't understand the daughter and was so cruel, he kicked the daughter out and the daughter slammed the door behind her and was not heard from again.
One day much time later the so, so cruel man received a phone call and came to know that the daughter was dead, on her they had found a phone; they told him that the last call made from the phone was toward the so cruel man, but it had never been answered. The man now looked at Max and told him not to feel pity for this cruel, cruel man. Max tried to answer, but the train then stopped and the man said that it was his stop and smiling he bid Max adieu, Max could only say goodbye to the man.The day after on the news Max saw the news of a men that threw himself under the last train, clutched in his hands they had found a broken phone.
Author's note :
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THE LAST TRAIN
Short StoryA short story about a conversation on the last hour train. It is my first story, feel free to comment about anything you think would improve the story or how you liked the story.