The Last Train
By: Christopher Bice

I'm standing on the platform awaiting my train. I see you approaching from a distance. I'm so very pleased that you've come to see me off. I can barely contain my excitement as I rock slowly from foot to foot. I feel your arms wrapping around me, holding me tightly. Tears start running down my cheeks. I'm so happy as I kiss your face and whisper, “Thank you for coming. I promise this'll be my last trip.”

I feel a tug. The straight jacket that binds me tightens. Cruel reality hints that my last trip was aboard the crazy train.


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