"I am sorry to announce that the. 08.08.Train.has been.delayed.due to.a signalling equipment failure. Please listen for further announcements. I am sorry for any delays this may have on your journey."
"Yeah right, fuck off," Cynthia snorted, examining the timetable in front of her.
"Where are we going again?" Marc asked.
"You see that name on the timetable in front of you just there..."
"Yeah..." Marc leaned forward and Cynthia pushed the book into his face.
"Ow," Marc retaliated, rubbing his nose. Cynthia smiled, to be honest Marc wasn't that bad to be with, but she couldn't become complacent.
The automated message repeated itself.
Cynthia looked at the message board: delayed by 15 minutes.
"Stop being so impatient. It's not as if we're going anywhere really."
"It's alright for you. You don't need to track someone done!"
"Haha," Marc replied sarcastically and pointed to his mutilated arm. Cynthia shut up, there would be plenty of time to kill him later if he became too irritating.
YOU ARE READING
Working Progress
ActionA story about a girl whose life doesn't seem to give her any answers, and where life itself wants to control her. Needless to say she tries to rebel against it's plan for her.
