Saturday, December 21, 2013

Morning Commute 2, a 100 word story

At the speed the train was going it was too late to save the life of the man strung across the tunnel's exit. She locked eyes with the man saw his mouth open wide, screaming in fear as the train rolled through him, instantly tearing all limbs from the torso as his head, face first, shattered against the windscreen.

Tasha pulled the emergency brakes. The train screeched as it tried to stop. Cars slammed into other cars pushing them from the tracks. Inside, passengers were thrown into each other or against the metal bars they held.

Standing, watching, he smiled.

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