My heart skips a beat as the train pulls into Midtown station. This is where she gets on. Always this car. I’m always there to return her smile. It would be easier if I lived on this line.
Fun with flash fiction
My heart skips a beat as the train pulls into Midtown station. This is where she gets on. Always this car. I’m always there to return her smile. It would be easier if I lived on this line.
