The boy hears the man’s screaming as he continues toward the exit.
Train station-Beufort, KA
a quiet night ruined
A train rolls in from the west, the rumble of it’s massive engines slowly subsiding as it pulls to a stop at the single platform in this dismal town. Passengers rarely debark here, so there isn’t a crowd gathered to greet loved ones. Branden Trask, the night manager is on duty at a small desk, writing absent and convoluted thoughts he eventually intends to turn into a novel. The doors of the train hiss open, he sighs and stands up, brushing doughnut crumbs from his uniform and taking a quick gulp of tepid coffee. Expecting an engineer to debark in search of drink, he’s startled to see a small boy brandishing a wooden blade jump out of the door at a run. The boy seems harried, and is wearing a grey cape with a strange red and brown pattern splashed across… “Run!” the boy shouts as he bolts past. “Wha?” is Branden’s genius reply