Yalfin Ken

Requisite

the low roar of iron wheels claimed the vacancy in an otherwise silent room. Daniel sat swaying with the motion of a scarlett red drape that teased glimpses of light into the trains cabin, He first noticed the dull shimmer of the patinated buckles that held the leather strapping on his wrists and ankles. He sat for what seemed like hours and as questions surfaced like driftwood they were pushed back down beneath the question ‘who is the man in front of me’?