Brian

The train car screeched. His eyes narrowed. Stupid lady, bumping me with her case. "She'll be sorry," he gripped the knife in his pocket. The car lurched, squawked, broadcasting the next stop. On three, he thought. Accidentally trip and stab your knife in her chest. “One, two—” Someone tugged his coat. "Mommy say happy new day... I mean, new year," the boy giggled. “Hmmm, a new year,” he exhaled, and left the train.