There’s something comforting about strangers in a train.
You can talk to them for hours, share your deepest secrets and still not know their names.
I dozed off, remembering our chats over tea and food.
I woke up in unfamiliar surroundings with a searing pain as my fingers traced the sabre slice across my abdomen.
My theme for this year’s Blogging from A to Z April Challenge is Crime Stories in 55 Words.
Today’s story, O is for Organ Trafficking…
You can check out my A-Z posts thus far by clicking on a highlighted letter!