In a flash

The moment fades

The spark of something



The train of thought comes to a sudden stop

The passengers are asked to wait for the ticket man

I grope around for my fare in a dusty old notebook

The man clad in red holds out his puncher, frowns

The exit was clearly marked, so I went without hesitation

That is what I get for not remembering where I was headed

The train of thought departed without me, safer, and unhindered.


Instant end.