100 Word Story – Rush Hour (Part Five)

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…


“Arriving to Central Station in one minute. Please step away from the doors.”
With my train ride ending, I rummaged through my backpack and grabbed a handful of napkins I forgot about. Blood dripped from the knife as I wiped it off, throwing the stained napkins onto the lifeless body of the homeless man. I glanced down at him, watching him leak out from his neck and pool onto the floor of the train.

“You may have been crazy,” I whispered, “but I’m fucking insane.”

I put the knife back in my bag as the train came to a stop.


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