He imagines the train derailing. Strangers trapped together for hours. Would they become allies? Would one emerge as leader? Would their fear give way to relief? Would friendships or wild romance result?
His hand hovers over the emergency brake.
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They board his 6:05 each morning. The tatooed man with close-cropped hair, thin tie and sunglasses, enveloped by enormous headphones. The frantic woman carrying a canvas bag of lipstick, eyeliner and blush, tools for 30 minutes of artistry. The gaunt man wearing gloves and a surgical mask. The readers and the knitters. The newspaper snappers. The phone scrollers. The laptop tappers.
He imagines the train derailing. Strangers trapped together for hours. Would they become allies? Would one emerge as leader? Would their fear give way to relief? Would friendships or wild romance result? His hand hovers over the emergency brake.
Paul Freeman
29/9/2023 04:55:32 pm
Go on! Pull it!
Christa Loughrey
29/9/2023 06:08:50 pm
Can't wait for the sequel - after the brake is pulled!
Sue Clayton
2/10/2023 06:14:19 am
Do not give in to temptation. But then again... Comments are closed.
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