The Last Train

The Platform

The last train waits beneath the station clock. It is 6 o'clock. The clock's final chime fades as the conductor prepares to close the doors.

Somewhere beyond the station, a dog begins to howl.

Steam drifts across the platform, blurring the lamps and the figures moving beside the carriages. The guard stands by an open door, checking his watch.

A woman in a red coat sits alone on a bench. She looks directly at you. “You're late, Alex,” she says, glancing at the battered suitcase beside her.