En Route: Tales from the Underground
Waiting, listening. Breathing slow… steady. Body poised and ready for flight. Heartbeats beating, a unified drumbeat of souls. Staring across, waiting for a sign.
“We are being held momentarily by the train’s conductor.”
The pistol has been fired, letting loose throngs of warriors fighting the morning commute. Racing across the platform, only the strongest survive, gliding through the closing doors of the opposing train, the chosen one designated by the powers that be to depart first. Champions are whisked away, watching the fallen faces of those left behind.
Good thing I wore my game face today. #winning
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