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Three Line Tales, Week 106

photo by Samuel Wong via Unsplash

It was late at night and the subway was barely empty every one left on the platform was all you saw as we all waited for the last train to come around.

The escalators  leading up and down were empty except for the one lone person heading up.

To where, no one knows maybe they are going home or to a friend’s place but it’s dark out and I hope they get there safely.

 

 

Written By: Deirdre Stokes

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Published by mywords2228

Love writing poetry and reading tons of books. I also write short fiction stories and hope to include them on my page soon; I hope you enjoy my work, and thanks for stopping by my page.