Today as Jim gets onto the train and heads to his seat, he feels as if something is different.
He cannot tell what it will be. Maybe a new client at work? Or maybe something else?
Maybe that strange feeling running down his back is nothing.
That's it. Of course it is- it couldn't be anything else.
But, alas, he is wrong.
After sitting down and shaking out his newspaper, he starts reading the first article. It is a rather boring affair about a tractor that rolled into a dam, but Jim doesn't mind.
While he is reading, a dark shadow falls across the page. Looking up, he sees a lady who appears to be in her thirties.
She has a friendly smile on her face ad asks Jim if she can sit down.
He is too stunned to reply.
Doesn't she know that this is his set, that no one else ever sits on it?
Throughout the whole ride, they sit in silence, the only interaction between them being a short
"Hello."
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Trains
General FictionEvery day at precisely 8:17 Jim gets on the train with a coffeee and his newspaper. He has been doing this for twenty years. But as we all know, nothing stays the same for ever.
