Photo by Osman Rana on Unsplash
by Bronwen Griffiths
He is sitting by the window regarding his reflection, a large plastic bag on the seat opposite, clinking with bottles and cans. A small dog begins to bark. The man with the plastic bag barks, plucks at his jacket and picks invisible fluff off the sleeve. After, he plucks a can from the bag.
The man drinks and talks to himself, the dog quiet now.
The dog growls, the man sings, the dog is singing, the man is singing, they are growling and barking, the man and the dog, as the train speeds through the snowy darkness towards Karlskrona.
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Bronwen Griffiths lives in East Sussex and writes flash fiction. Her stories have been published in the UK and USA. @bronwengriffwriter.
