Bedtime Story: The Night Train — Night 3
The Night Train
Copyright 2014 by Barbara Hinske
Rachel carefully cradled the unconscious man on her lap, leaning over him to tug the compartment door open. Drawing as much breath as she could hold, she screamed, “HELP,” repeating it until she was hoarse. No one came.
She gently eased the man to the floor and gingerly stepped over him, into the corridor of the train car. Rachel quickly made her way through the car, trying each locked door as she passed, crying for help.
She repeated this process in the next car—and the next. When she entered the fourth and final car on the train, she realized they were the only passengers on this train. But when she tentatively pushed open the door to the engine car and found it deserted, the chilling reality hit her. She was alone on this train, stranded in the middle of God-knows-where, with a man close to death.