I know it’s not the same as it was, but back when it was, I toddled the carriage aisle, swaying sideways, listening to the clickedy-clack in rapid repeat and the whistle announcing a station—and I’d wave. Now it’s silent maglev or hyperloop tracks, windows blur—no time to wave.

Jacqui loves Flash Fiction, Haiku, Haiban, 50 Word Stories, and the island life.