The rattling of the train makes me look up from my phone.
A girl playing a game on a steam deck,
A man reading a YA fiction book in front of me,
A woman, looking like a textbook teacher, sleeping on the seats.
Whenever this happens, whenever I glance at people, millions of questions come to mind, but
one question always stands out.

What type of life did you live to get you here?

Millions of stories all around me, making their mark on the world.

Yet, I can only catch a glimpse…
Just a glimpse….

Before they disappear, never to be seen again.

Written by Storykeeper