He was still wearing my coat.
Still holding the rock and still facing the by passers.
He seemed to be squinting, looking for someone in the crowd like he knew who to look for.
Did he know it was me?
Did someone tell him who gave him the jacket?
Oh no.
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Short StoryThe boy on the rail suddenly disappeared one day, slipping through my fingers like the sand that sat beneath him.
