The Commute

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Flash Fiction  |  House: Booksie Classic


A very short story in which today's modern society is questioned in regard to the past.

Submitted: February 04, 2018

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Was cold. Was still dark. Was austere. Sat in silence. Sat upright. Some people stood. Avoided their gaze, looked at their shoes. So did they. Sat deep in thought, read the paper. So did they. There was no fear. We knew well what lay ahead. All dressed in dark; black, blue, grey, red. With ties and handkerchiefs to match. Sat in silence. The clattering broke it up. The whistling of the wind was fear. The fear I would let her go. Go without telling her. Never see her again. But it did end. This train terminates here, the voice said.


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