The Line

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Status: In Progress  |  Genre: Flash Fiction  |  House: Booksie Classic


You were only waiting for your turn, watching the train stop and then go, each time you waited. You adjusted your headphones, combed through your hair with your fingers. You watched people get on the train, men and women squished against the windows like bugs. You watched with curious eyes as people fought their way to the front of the line, even the old women. One elbowed her way through, ignoring the exchanging of looks from the people on the platform. Some stood watching her in fear of confronting the little old lady, even as she marched side to side like a bird pecking at ankles and feet. You only stuffed your sweaty palms into your coat pockets and watched on. Women with children claiming their place, sad children with big watery eyes, all passing on to the train and whipping away down the dark tunnel. All the while you waited with your map in hand ready, gripping it in a tight fist and wondering. I looked over at you, and I saw the saddest scene of all. 


Submitted: May 03, 2021

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