Friday, 31 May 2013

Response 4: Stranger on the platform

“Last stop…”

The conductor’s voice drifts as we walk down the carriage. I don’t know why he feels the need to shout, I’m the only person on this train. No one else travels this late.

Stepping onto the platform, I button up my coat. Winter’s chill is strong tonight. As I turn to walk away, I spot a shadow further up the platform. As I start to walk, I hear the tiny patter of footsteps behind. Seems we’re on the same path.

Walking down the single street home, the footsteps behind close in. He’s alongside me now. I pause at a shop window and the mysterious figure walks by. I didn’t see a face but I’m glad I’m now following him.

I see my house ahead with the beam of a streetlight illuminating my door. The stranger stands in the light and stops. He’s waiting for me to come home.

1 comment:

  1. A chilling tale that left me hungry for more. I wonder who he was and what he wanted? A close contender for this week's title.