No One

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


No One

As I boarded the train leaving track 1, I thought it strange that no one else was waiting on the platform. As the doors opened, nobody exited the train. The only other person in sight was a finely dressed man with a neat, curled moustache. He grinned at me from the far side of the train, holding a long cane across his lap.

I sat across from the man and fiddled with my phone. It wasn’t unusual to have bad reception down here, but the screen displayed a “No Service” message. I gave the phone a vigorous shake; as if that would magically make it connect.

The train pulled away from the station and travelled the tracks with a monotonous hum.

We passed the next station, then the next with no exchange of passengers.

Arriving at my destination, the train doors opened, and the man exited with me. The stairs before us did not lead to the street as I remembered. Instead, they ascended into a dark abyss lit only by a dim red glow.

The man beside me displayed another wide grin and said, “After you”, with his outstretched hand pointing toward the stairwell. 


Submitted: June 13, 2019

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