Jessica

I weakly gripped the pole as the train sped through dark tunnels, leaning into turns like a racehorse. I was too late and knew it. The train charged on. At each turn I swung around, knocking into a stroller specked with dried milk, stomping on the mother’s foot, unable to right myself. The last blow had been the worst. He’d struck me like nothing mattered but turning back time. The nurse will lower her eyes and sigh.