“Hey, Tasha, how's your morning?”
Kenneth was shift supervisor for the morning commuter lines. Tasha
was one of the conductors. They each looked forward to their morning
banter even though they never met in person.
Coming up out towards the end of the
tunnel, Natasha was accelerating when she saw something across the
tunnel. There was shock and disbelief, then an instant of horror. It
was too late to do anything. Tasha locked eyes momentarily with the
man. The train tore through him, splattering him across the
windscreen.
He watched smiling as the train came to
a screeching halt.
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