Random Ficlet

As the sound of the inbound passenger train increased in intensity, I felt torn between pulling Amy from it’s path and joining her in her silent, somber vigil.  There were sounds of night owls in the distance, a terrorizing lament for understanding.  I knew who Amy was, her role had been set in my life from the minute she stole my Caramel Macchiato.  My own identity?  I still wasn’t sure.

Was I really the boy who’d stolen my boss’s car, driven fifteen miles and then turned around with a head full of guilt?  Or was I the son who’d walked out on my mother, five days into her latest attempt at sobriety?

No.  I was just a man, standing in front of a train.  Waiting for a girl, who was waiting for death.

There is nothing quite like being seventeen.

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