The Train

(June 12, 2024)


 




 The 8:20 train is just pulling into the station. I have a one-way ticket, if I don’t go it would be forty bucks wasted; I’ve blown more than that without thinking about it. In a few seconds it will stop at the platform, I have a decision to make: Do I get on?

The train stopped and opened the doors. What do I do? Fortunately the disembarking passenger give me more time to think. If I got on I would be walking away from a good job and a wife who adores me and there would no coming back. This bridge would be burned.

I was the only one waiting to board so I have to decide fast. They could easily replace me at work and I wouldn’t be missed, but Sarah’s heart would be broken. The problem was I married her out of convenience. I didn’t really love her. I don’t know that I ever did. I was good to her and made her happy, the trouble is I am not.

A new start will do me good. The prospects are limitless, I can do anything I want. Reaching in my pocket for the ticket, I find a slip of paper, a note from Sarah. I pause to read it. The door shut and I am left standing on the platform. Her note convinced me that I have is better than the unknown.


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