The old man glanced at the boy, then gazed into the distance. “I ran away from home sixty years ago,” he said. “Just like you’re doin’ now. I rode the trains for a spell, then one day I slipped and fell under the steel wheels—and got cut all to pieces.”
“You’re joking!” laughed the boy. Then the old man dissolved into a shimmering mist and a breeze pushed him out of sight down the railroad tracks while the boy ran homeward before night fell.