Train B-7

One step forward.

One step back.

Thomas continues his attempt to wheedle his partner in crime, “Don’t forget that I made you. What you are, the reason you’re alive is because of me. You can’t control me! I created you!” He shrieks as loud as his small body is capable of. Much louder than how his old man used to holler when he came home drunk or high, or—often—both.

But Morrison only shakes his head, slowly. Then turns away from Thomas. Again as if speaking to himself he says, “No, I control us now. I’m done killing, I’m done running away, it’s over. No more Thomas. No more Killing.” And with that Thomas leaves. Now it’s only Morrison waiting for his ride, the ride that would take him away.

A robotic female voice comes over the loudspeakers above. “Please step back from the yellow line. Please step back from the yellow line. Train B-7, non-stop to Rock Island Illinois.

The cop quartet makes their way up on the stage finally. They scream and yell, but Morrison isn’t listening. Train B-7 has arrived on time. Morrison thinks, no more running.





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