Bedtime Story: The Night Train — Night 27
The Night Train
Copyright 2014 by Barbara Hinske
Rachel found a seat in the train station, close to the ticket booth, directly under a lamp. She wouldn’t be able to sleep, so she’d try to work. She pulled out the dog-eared academic journal she’d been dragging around with her since she left Chicago.
Rachel was engrossed in her reading when the muscular man sat down at the other end of her bench. The station was deserted; with all of the other available benches, why did he have to pick hers? The thought hit Rachel like a cold drink tossed in her face.
She cautiously cut her eyes to the man, observing him surreptitiously. As he shifted to the left to retrieve the newspaper on the ground next to him, she observed a dark shape on the back of his neck. Could it possibly be a tattoo? The man sank back into the bench and opened his paper, obscuring her view.