Atlas & Alice | Issue 7, Summer/Fall 2016
Three shots rang out. For a moment I tried to imagine that it was just the clatter of the train running over the steel bars, but a strange pressure started forming in my stomach and head. It felt like warm water was rushing out of my body and onto my skin. I felt my hand grab onto the strangerâ&#x20AC;&#x2122;s jacket. Passengers began screaming in the background and the noises bounced along the walls. I felt tired, tired of this trip and the train. I just wanted to go home.