He stood by the station, bag sitting on his back, head feeling heavy, sight growing dim.
Perfect May morning with a promise of more perfection the rest of the day.

The sound of the 701 came roaring to a stop. People walked through the doors in costumes playing roles they had no choice but to play.
Best acting no one’s ever seen.

The ghost train simply departed and he watched as it left, steaming and blowing it’s horns.

He looked at his watch, stared up at the sky and said to himself, “I’m not going in today.”

He put his phone to his ear, “stay home today, let’s spend it together.”

He pressed the end button and as the echo of the train whispered, he looked up with a smile.