You fell asleep on the bus and missed your stop. Now, the only remaining passengers are crows, standing on the rails and eating wet meat from brown paper bags. The dark trees outside the window catch fire as you pass.
A digital sign says the name of the next station, but you refuse to read it.
A digital sign says the name of the next station, but you refuse to read it.
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I try to fall asleep again, hoping to wake on the return trip. The last time I was at the end of the line I saw things I can't remember that somehow keep me awake at night.