By Roy Dorman
With the toes of his highly polished wing-tips just touching the painted yellow line, he watches listlessly as one train after another speeds past carrying barely awake commuters off to jobs most of them hate.
A cockroach makes a mad dash through footfalls—some of them arrivals and some departures—lawlessly, it scurries across the edge of the platform, dropping over into the pit.
The man half-heartedly contemplates following the scofflaw insect’s lead.
Later, on the subway ride home, he decides that tomorrow he’ll quit his boring job, leave the city, and join a carnival in the Midwest for the summer.
We’ve all had days like these. Potent piece of writing.
Mass exodus from the cities. All aboard!
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Liked the way you compared the hero’s escape to that of a cockroach. Does this mean that everyone and everything has an inner desire to escape the Rat Race? Very good story.
Scofflaw insect! lol
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