“You notice a few other stranglers like yourself, who seem to be crossing a pedestrian bridge that goes overhead to the other side of the tracks that’s hidden in shadow. You join them, ask them what’s going on. Two young women in dark jackets answer, they sound like twin robots, saying nearly the same thing at the same time, the same sentences, that they don’t know, there’s some problem with the trains, etc. They make you suspicious. You follow them however and cross the bridge, and you reach the other side of the station where it’s dimmer and people lurk. You sit on the stairway and face the broken road, feeling unsafe but too puzzled to care. The moon is watching. Then you’re startled, as a woman faces you from the shadows, with a gun, shouting at you.”
A short story named Sara. Read the rest here.