Monday, August 31, 2009

Life by Train. - Part 5

James doesn't talk much. Being reserved is a form of defense to him. How can you let an intruder in if you don't open the door?

It was at this point that the person sitting across the table from him speaks.

"Where do you get off?"

"Why am I here?"

"No, when do you get off the train?"

James leans closer, "Where do I get off the train?"


"About six more stops."

"That's a long ways."

"Yeah. Yes it is."

"Damn. The sky's a mess now, isn't it?"


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