The 7:13

Shells crunch underfoot as you pound down the station stairs, reaching the platform in a huff. Loosening your tie, you steal a moment to catch your breath. Our eyes meet … you smile. I smile back. Sparks fly. Where could the train take us tonight? Sliding doors close on our exchange.

Jass Aujla plans perfect (fictional) murders in between her day-job meetings. jassaujla.com