The Thanksgiving Train

John Cowgill: Stories of the Railroad

A man with a business suit and briefcase arrived at the train depot. He went to the platform and saw a young woman in her 20’s standing there. He saw her looking at her phone with her ball cap, tan velvet coat, blue jeans with a tear in the knee, and her bare feet with a rose tattoo on the top of her right foot and a toe ring on her left middle toe.

“What are you doing here?” He had a disgusted look on his face.

“Waiting for the train.” She continued to look at her phone.

“You? Riding a train looking like that? How hideous.” He stiffened his nose.

“You? Riding a train looking like that? How ignorantly stupid.” She continued to look at her phone.

“How dare you speak to me that way.” He shouted at her.

“How dare you speak to me that way.” She looked…

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