last train

[attr="class","castleonthehill"] It was late, that much was clear by the lack of patrons on the train and by how heavy his eyelids felt. He had been trying to be better about his sleep schedule. You couldn’t get your taxes done at 2 in the morning after all, and he was a business owner first…arcade cabinet addict second. The past few nights had been rough, but tonight was especially horrible. He’d woken up later than usual to head out and get his flyers printed, and the person he’d put in charge of handing them out all over the district called out from a cold. Understandable. But the flyers needed to go out. After all, the event on them was a limited time only and he wanted to get his money’s worth out of them.

But Yoshi didn’t care about that as he stared out the window with dead eyes as the train slowed to a halt. All he could think about was getting home, maybe scarfing down a snack. He wanted sleep more than anything, and his feet were definitely ridden with blisters. The speakers blared out his destination, as well as an announcement that trains would stop running soon. He stood, knees popping as he did, and ambled through the exit. Yoshi stared at the empty platform, noting how at peace he felt despite what should’ve been a very creepy moment for anyone else. And then he heard footsteps. Without a word he rushed towards the exit, patting himself down for his wallet. The last thing he needed right now is to fight off a drunk.

“Where is it….where…?” he hissed as he came up with nothing but a crumpled up flyer that he had shoved into his hoodie pocket. Did he leave it on the train? Or had he left it at home? If that was the case, how exactly did he make it on the train? Ugh, he was too tired to try to remember at the moment. He turned his head, grimace set as one of the last passengers slowly made their way towards him. Maybe he should hop the little turnstile. No one was around right? He’d done it before. He could do it again. …No. No, he couldn’t not with someone watching him. Maybe- Maybe he’d just move out of the way. Excuse himself and wait until they left before hopping over and making a run back home. At least he had his house keys. “Uh, sorry. Looking for change.” He said gruffly, eyes averted now that he got a closer look at the other night owl. He swallowed nervously, and despite himself his customer service voice came. “Good night!”

He could’ve kicked himself.