The train made its way through the rain falling on the plains. It had a certain smile about its grill that made it seem as though stopping wasn’t an option, that it planned on skipping whatever series of destinations scheduled for it. This, of course, is what stunned the lovers inside. “Bob!” she shouted, and he turned towards her with a mouthful of rosemary sprigs dangling from his lips and said, “What is it, Bets?” “The train is not going to Tiger Town.”
“In Transit” now available in Ponder Review, volume 1, issue 2.