A writer in the Netherlands that I follow. I think this short story is really fantastic on a lot of levels.
As the intercity train from Schiphol arrives at Leiden Central, we shuffle and adjust until we are standing on either side of the train doors. The twin doors heave and open with a sigh, letting rush-hour passengers out via the narrow aisle we’ve created. Once the last passenger gets off, we dash for the two cabins on the right. Each passenger holds the swinging glass cabin door for the next to catch as though passing the baton in a relay race, a perfunctory smile or nod in place.
I always sit in the upper deck. After I settle into my seat, my phone beeps. Martijn wants to share a song with me via Bluetooth. I crane forward and backward, rising from my chair, to catch a view of Martijn. Most people in the thirty-two-seater cabin have their eyes glued to the Metro newspaper, a tablet, or a smart phone. A…
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