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

He shrugged his backpack up, tapping his foot anxiously. He looked behind him. No sight of them yet.

The train was late by at least five minutes. He hoped it wouldn’t be much longer. He tried not to think about what five more minutes could mean.

He looked around him. The number of fellow passengers was sparse. He was concerned about the lack of cover.

He chanced a look behind him again. Still no sight of them. He hoped the train would be here before they were.

Suddenly, he saw them. Two men. Black suits.

Slowly, he started to walk down the platform. He ignored the racing of his heart, focusing his breath and demeanor into looking calm, unassuming. He risked a glance back.

They saw him.

He saw them move steadily but hurriedly toward him. Suddenly, he heard the rumble of the train. He quickened his pace as much as he could.

He stepped forward on the platform. The doors slid open. People poured out.

He glanced back once more. The suits were pushing as hard as they could through the thickening crowd around them.

His way clear, he stepped onto the train.

He didn’t look back.

Submitted: August 29, 2019

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R K Spradlin

Madison, I like it! Suspense. Intrigue. Possibly it's espionage, or maybe a jewel heist or cybercrime. There are plenty of interesting twists and turns this could take. Thank you for contributing.

Fri, August 30th, 2019 4:13am

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