[16] The Train Hopper

Under the cover of darkness, Milo hopped aboard the westward-bound freight train. He slipped inside a boxcar. Moonlight glimmered on his face.

“Hey,” a seasoned, smoky voice called from the shadows. “Where you heading, kid?”

“I don’t know.”

“No? Well, where you from?”


The man’s voice cracked. “Me too.”

Published by Justin Deming

I live and teach in the Hudson Valley region of New York. My fiction has appeared in Emerge Literary Journal, Flash Fiction Magazine, Free Flash Fiction, Spelk, The Daily Drunk Magazine, and elsewhere.

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