Train Fellow 2 |work| [TESTED]

I smiled. The journey, I realized, had only just begun. Would you like this as a prose poem, a flash fiction, or a script for a short film?

He turned. Held one out.

The 7:42 was delayed. Forty minutes on a siding, the rain painting slow streaks down the glass. Passengers groaned, shuffled, pulled out phones like lifelines. But Tweed Coat—he reached into his bag and pulled out two small apples. Not one. Two. train fellow 2