I bought a train ticket home. I usually drove, but I had a strong urge to try something new. I sat down. When I looked around, some passengers were see through. Some had severe injuries and were bleeding, while others looked normal and glowed. I tried to get off but the doors were locked. I was terrified. I couldn’t stop staring. “It’s not polite to stare. You’re dead too, you know,” a passenger said. “No,” I shouted. He showed me a vanity mirror. I was bloody and injured. I must have died in the accident on the drive home today.
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Alex H Mittelman
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Comments (4)
Oh well, at least he knows the truth... A rather disturbing little micropiece. Thank you, sir!
Oh no, poor guy, lol!
There’s so much in this! Loving the change in the speaker from the beginning to the end, the impact of them trying something new to realizing that death changed their desires…very interesting. Great job! 😊
Splendid!!!