Next Stop: Hope
Thump, thump.
The train thrashed against the ground below.
Thump, thump.
Thump, thump!
“THRRRRRRRRRRHHHH” cried the whistle. They were stopping at yet another station. Jack, a small boy who looked about ten, picked his nails, his eyes on the sunset. The entire journey seemed to have lasted decades, but his watch said otherwise. He was more than half convinced that his watch was lying, but he couldn’t prove it. He looked out of his window, remembering when he saw his aunt waving goodbye to him through the same glass.
