A pain shoots through my hand as I lose myself in the trains lights. I
board it to see three pale figures situated within. One is standing before a
list of train etiquette; making it indecipherable. His face as obscured as
the sign. The two others sit in seemingly arbitrary locations facing away
from each other. As I drift in and out, noticing posters peeling off the
walls, the conductor announces "South Douglas" across the intercom.
Damn it, I missed my stop. I exit to change trains then sit down, clutching
the arm rest. As I begin to lose myself in the lights of the next train, I
realize there is no pain this time. I look down at both of my hands, as the
lights go out.