Strangers on a Train


Oblivious to the chatter in the train, I’m lost in solving mystery along with Detective Fletcher.

Suddenly, I hear this voice. It’s one of those bassy baritones that’s heard on radio.

His voice mesmerizes me.

I try to picture how he’d look.

And there he is, all modelesque but in a timeless manner.

Guess what, he sits across from my seat.

My eyes are restrained by the head, forcing them not to ogle at him.

Is he avoiding me too, I wondered?

We saidΒ ‘Bless you’ in unison when a co-passenger sneezed.

Our eyes met.

And we needed no words.

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