The train rattles and shakes. Waking me from my slumber. Outside the window an abandoned industrial site flashes by. Then it’s all trees again. I look at my wristwatch. Shouldn’t we be passing hamlets by now? Outliers to the great city.
I get up to stretch my legs. Maybe a coffee in the restaurant cart will clear the cobwebs in my mind.
I realize all the compartments are empty. Where is everyone? The train wasn’t empty when leaving the last station.
No passengers. No conductor. No one at all. Just me on a train going deeper into the dark woods.
© RedCat
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