This time last year the train station was filled with luggage, noise, and life.
I didn’t believe it at first. My expertise had warranted me a first class ticket through the portal at the end of the line. It was said to be a technological marvel on the other side. It would be perfect for me.
But I rejected the offer. Something felt off. Nobody seemed to return.
Then they did. Oddly different. Compliant.
Now I wish I had gone on that blasted train. Maybe then I’d at least be a ruler with our new robot overlords.
(Every week, I try to participate in Friday Fictioneers, a weekly photo prompt challenge where you write 100 words inspired by the photo provided. It is hosted by the fantastic, Rochelle, and there are so many great writers. You gotta try it out and join the fun!)