Craig stood on the icy platform, drinking abysmal coffee, reflecting as he waited for the 8.32, that despite this third round of rework he doubted the client wanted a hit out on him yet.
As Craig boarded his usual carriage, he was there again.
A few days earlier Craig had noted the excellent footwear choice of the guy four seats down; the same pair of limited edition Converse he'd treated himself to last month.
Two days later Craig saw him again, sitting only two seats down now, wearing the same red t-shirt, and his hair style.
Today, the man sat opposite him; a reflection, except for blank, dead eyes.
Leaning forward, a whisper: He approaches.
Craig watched mutely as the man leered, picked up Craig's bag and alighted.
The train departed, an abandoned man staring from the carriage, waiting...
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