Into the Night
Across from Werner, an old woman peered warily at him. Beside her, a young couple slept. He acknowledged her presence with a nod and surveyed the train-car. “I’ve often wondered what could possibly be so important for people to travel under such conditions,” he chortled, waving his hand about. “Like you, I paid good money but not to travel in such a sardine can. Don’t you agree?” His gaze fixed on hers. “No place to take leave, not even for a moment’s solitude. Simply put, there’s no solace to be had.”
She stared at him.
He gauged her to be cold and calculating. His attention shifted to the train window. Dark, contoured images passed behind their reflections. He sensed Queenie was nearby, but she had blocked him. Where is she? Patience, Werner. Patience. Soon they will all be in your grasp.