Too slow on the draw

‘Hey!  Hey!  What the ...’

He shot out a hand, but was too slow on the draw.

The man stepped calmly off the platform just as the train drew level with Donny.

And vanished. 

Lost to the squeal of brakes, the screams of would-be passengers, and the warm breeze barrelling down the tunnel.

‘Fuck!’ 

Donny stared at his outstretched hand, a carriage just centimetres away, wondering at what might have been.  Could have been if he’d reacted more swiftly.

The train shuddered to a halt, the faces gazing out oblivious to the fact that they’d be stuck there for hours.




A drabble is a story of exactly one hundred words.