I am alone in an underground railway station waiting for the late night train. Behind me the corpses of cigarette butts smolder in an ash tray. Their entertainment has been exhausted.
Now they sit, carelessly discarded by their former lovers, waiting to be removed by janitors.
I wait and listen for the inevitable sound of the approaching train.
An older, bearded man with white hair walks up and stands next to me. The words *Station Master* are embroidered on his button-up work shirt.
The Station Master does not smile, nor does he frown. He simply looks at me standing on the edge, my toes hanging over empty air. His eyes look into mine with sad understanding.
He has seen this situation before.
"There is an alternative, you know," he says.
"I have nothing left," I say. "There is no better alternative to this."
He looks at me a moment longer, then nods.
"Take the train, then, and it will give you rest."
The train is in front of me, the doors wide open and waiting. I step on board. Only one seat is unoccupied; the other passengers sit silently looking forward.
I take the last seat, and the train departs the station.
"I swear, this has got to be the worst way to go," Jimmy says with a cigarette in his mouth and a mop in his hands.
"Poor lady," Jerome agrees. "I'll never understand why they do it."
Jimmy grunts in agreement, then turns and crushes his finished cigarette into a nearby ashtray.
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