Outside the window, the world was a blur of subterranean gray, occasionally punctured by the strobe-light flash of maintenance tunnels.
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. 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. Outside the window, the world was a blur