Fiction: Diverging Trains by Dave Hangman
Photo Source: Unsplash I entered the station and walked aimlessly along the platform. I stopped at the only place where a slight ray of sunlight was shining on that icy morning. I felt it warm the back of my neck. I snuggled complacently into my coat. When I looked up across the tracks, there you were, sitting on a metal bench, wearing your little cap and your tight black leather pants. You were absentmindedly looking at your cell phone. I soon realized that you were using the camera as a...