Train Journeys

The train rocked. She woke.

“Look at me,” came a voice from the other end of the carriage. A lone passenger, watching her.

She avoided his gaze and stared out the window. She couldn’t place where the train was. Too dark outside.

“Look at me,” he said.

He was close, two seats up the carriage, moving towards her. She peered back out the window.

“Look at me,” he said, sitting next to her. She did.

Denver never did find her eyes.

I do like train related horror… Maybe too many years commuting on London Transport…  A couple more review thanks and shout outs for Seeking Hydra.

NotDonner of Dogtown blog post review
Layne of Chewing on Glass on Amazon

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