Travelers

By Sue Kester

A man with a pizza delivery bag just got on the train. Is he using the train to deliver the pizza? Is he done for the night and taking the bag home? I feel like I need to know.

Also, the man sitting in front of me has bird poop on his hood. Unrelated, but I thought it was worthy of note.

I am fascinated by the passengers on the train. They are travelers on my journey, yet they are not traveling with me. Or are they? How presumptuous of me to assume they are not going where I am.


“I write to learn more about myself.” – the writer

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