Thursday, July 17, 2014

Getting off the Train

He’d thought that it was just another day.

Little did he know…

As the train pulled into the station, dropping him off on his way to work, to his errands, to whatever business it was that he was on his way to, he pushed through the crowd by the door, attempting to make his exit from the car.

It was a journey he’d made dozens of times, hundreds, and there was no reason to think this time would be any different. No reason to assume that any danger might await him, that anything might go awry.

Little did he know…

After all, it was mere few steps, a few feet at most, he was already close enough to the train car’s exit that he could see it, two paces would bring him close enough to push the button, open the door and be on his way.

What could possibly happen in so little distance, in so little time?

Little did he know…

…suddenly, from the crowd, came a hand out of nowhere, grasping him by the throat and pushing him back.

That hand was mine.

I’d been reaching for the door.

I misjudged the distance.

It was mortifying.

Dude, if you’re reading this, I’m so, so sorry…