Photo Credit: C.E. Ayr
The old man in the executive suit holding a black briefcase in his right hand, impatiently examined his watch every 30 seconds. From the looks, it was evident he was waiting for his train. Late running trains were unfamiliar to him.
Within seconds two trains passed fast in opposing directions in the adjacent rail tracks. Not his.
“I would be fired today for the lateness!” He told as if to someone, but none indeed heard him as his voice sank in the trains’.
“Martha and kids would be waiting! I can’t be late!“Martha and kids would be waiting! The stranger smirked.
He sat in a vacant chair, cross-legged, his briefcase kept on his right side.
Moments later he smiled recollecting how he and his brother used to catch fish by diving in the deep waters near his childhood home. He was always better than his brother.
When the next train came, he was still demonstrating his skills, made a jump into the water.
A couple of days later a family in search of their missing schizophrenic father received his body.