The Train Hopper
Fifty-word story [16]
Under the cover of darkness, Milo hopped aboard the westward-bound freight train. He slipped inside a boxcar. Moonlight glimmered on his face.
“Hey,” a seasoned, smoky voice called from the shadows. “Where you heading, kid?”
“I don’t know.”
“No? Well, where you from?”
“Nowhere.”
The man’s voice cracked. “Me too.”
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