Bedtime Story: The Night Train — Night 6
The Night Train
Copyright 2014 by Barbara Hinske
Rachel turned to the window; the approaching train was closing on them fast. She shoved the key into her pocket, snatched her purse, and yanked open the under-the-seat cargo hold where she had stashed her suitcase. She rolled into the space, tugging the door shut as she felt the other train shudder to a stop beside them.
Rachel shrank against the back of the compartment and quieted her breathing as the measured slap of men’s boots became steadily louder. She couldn’t tell how many they were, but knew they were enough.
She strained to glimpse a sliver of the compartment through a narrow crack by the hinge. A shout in an unfamiliar language was followed by a sea of legs, clothed in the same black uniform. A man wearing a ski mask grabbed Kosof’s legs and dragged him roughly from the compartment.