Fiction

Passenger


He waited on an almost empty platform with a tag in his hand. It was 4 P.M.

His blue eyes waiting for his companion, his soul mate.

It was told to him,

his friend was going to come back from the farm,

his friend was to be the passenger on this train.

Why did his friend go to a farm was something this 4 year old could never understand.

It has been a month…

His furry little friend was not on this train even today.

He does not want to come back, the farm must be pretty awesome. But maybe tomorrow he will.

He took his little feet back to his home.. wishing his friend will be back tomorrow.

Passenger

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