Fiction

The train is late. It rarely is. I stand on the platform by the side of the train tracks and check my wristwatch for the twelfth time in the last fifteen minutes. The train is rarely late, but it is today. I let out a small exasperated groan, pick up my vintage...

They had always gone through life believing it was so much easier pretending not to care. They had always thought that if you could hide your true feelings from other people, you wouldn’t get hurt as easily. Besides, other people liked being around someone who seemed...