A short Story in the time it takes to travel a few stations and head to the Yokohama Train. This short story has been lying around my hard drive since 2012. I can’t remember the reason for writing it, but I thought that it might be time to share it with the world. Reviews are greatly appreciated. Another place, another time I surely would have lived a joyful life with you. Would wake up with you, eat dinner with you, be with you. But instead we stand in silence and I cannot speak to you, and you do not give me the pleasure of a single gaze. In the sultry atmosphere of the train station, I drink in your hands, your hair, your neck with thirsty eyes. You flick open your mobile phone, and your face hardens in the screen’s blueish light. You look tired, I can tell. I can always tell. The train comes to a screeching halt and the doors sigh, rattle, and for a split second let heavy summer air escape. But the sea of bodies presses forward, rushes in, and I let go. There is no use resisting the fluid motion, it’s now all bodies with […]

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