Transit Today

Then the doors closed. The chime echoed— ding-dong —and the world began to slide backward again. Leo watched the teenager disappear into the crowd on the platform, already a memory.

The subway platform smelled of ozone and damp concrete—a scent Leo had come to associate with the transition between his two lives. transit

He took a deep breath, adjusted his bag, and watched the digital display crawl toward his stop. He wasn't home yet, but he was moving, and in the quiet hum of the tracks, that was enough. Then the doors closed