100 Word Story – Rush Hour (Part Two)

I really hate catching the late morning train for work. I memorized the arrival and departure times of the local station by my home, and I’ve seldom ever had issues with catching the train. However, I am human, and I do have my days where things are off. I missed the train today.

So now, I need to wait for a few minutes for the next arriving train. While the wait isn’t much of an issue, it’s the station that I’m in that’s the real problem.

The station was a hub for not only trains. Lowlifes, addicts, and runaways called this station home. Piss puddles were everywhere, discarded cigarette butts decorated the ground, and trash was thrown onto the train tracks. And even with the police standing guard upstairs, nothing was done.

May God save the person who decides to approach me…

The train came to a screeching halt with a set of doors landing in front of me. My reflection came as a faint glare on the window. I took a moment to adjust my blouse and fix the straps of the small backpack I like to carry around. The doors opening, I stepped inside and looked up and down the train car for a seat.

“What the hell? Why is it empty?”

Every seat was empty. In fact, there was nobody on the train.

Turning around to watch the doors close, I saw the homeless man rushing for the train.

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