Inkling 2022 - Flipbook - Page 10
a sign from who my parents would call
God that I should not be on this train right
now. But his grimy grinning teeth and
widening legs were still much too real, and
I was still sitting there, resisting the urge to
move and itch my fresh bug bites. The
train conductor called out a final warning
for exiting the train, and I was thankful I at
least had the company of the lady to my
right’s violent elbows.
