Black night. ‘Station-wagon-from-Hell’. Screams. Women, kids, mangled bodies. He’d been speeding.

“Next Stop.”

The staccato ‘Metro-Rail-Voice’ jolted him awake. The rail-wagon overturned, plunging into the ravine, twisted metal trapping his limbs, catenary wires slowly garroting his neck.

Dante-esque catharsis.”  His pre-decapitation soliloquy.

Participating Entry – YeahWrite #212 Microstories Challenge

Answer this question in exactly 42 words
“What happened to the wagon?”


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