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Joey To | Hong Rui Choo

The raindrops streak and split across the window, softening what little sunlight there is. I feel like yawning but I don’t. I also feel like shutting my eyes. I don’t do that either. The rhythmic clanking of the carriage thumping over the rails acts as a lullaby and an alarm clock simultaneously… I fix my tie, not that it really needs fixing.

Screeching, the train pulls up to the station. Just one more stop. I glance at my watch: 12:55. Still plenty of time. An old gentleman and lady are seated at the platform with their perfectly clean clothes, deep in conversation. I smirk, wondering how many of us will age gracefully with another—

I see a girl with long brown hair in school uniform standing alone on the far platform across the line, her head bowed. I know it’s not her. For one thing, we’re not in high school anymore. And her hair was straighter. And it’s a different city. But all stations seem the same: same signage, same wandering souls, same analog clock… and today, those same grey clouds and rain. The girl glances at me, then gazes down again.

I sigh and stare at the rails below.

About Joey To

Joey To wasn't a very good writer at school. However, he was always the creative type, mostly into visual arts. In recent years, he developed a penchant for writing, partly to amuse himself. Over time, he was told his writing 'wasn't that bad' and so he made various submissions. His stories have been shortlisted on Needle In The Hay and published on Free Flash Fiction.

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