Jack pushed down on the throttle a little more. Just a bit. Just enough. The crash would be instant, there wouldn’t be any pain, just an end, an end to all the pointlessness of it–
“Hey, you like mocha?” He blinked and turned. Tim was next to him, a coffee in hand.
“What?” Jack asked, having already processed the question. “Yeah. You got me coffee?”
“Yep.” Tim put it in the cup-holder between them. “You were looking tired. I was worried.”
Jack stared very hard at the coffee cup. “Oh. Thank you.”
“No problem.” Tim ducked out of the control room. Jack kept staring at the coffee, and slowly eased off the throttle.
All the train’s passengers made it safely to their destination.
About the author
Adrienne Rex is an aspiring author from Houston Texas. When she’s not making her daydreams pay rent (otherwise known as writing), she’s being dragged around by her dog on what may charitably be called a walk. She's been published by the Moonstone Arts Center, Gabby and Min’s Literary Review.
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