The old soldier sat up a little from his bench at the very end of the station, his weary eyes suddenly alert.
Nobody had taken much notice of him as they hurried up and down the platform’s edge, piling into their trains or else scurrying away down the stone steps. He was just another commuter – another lost soul on his way to another land.
Except that he wasn’t.
The old war soldier had only one destination, and it couldn’t be reached through train doors or down stone steps.
The station before him was now empty and, according to the voice booming out of the speakers overhead, the last train was due.
He sighed, pulling up his jeans as he wandered towards the platform edge. It had been a long time coming but, finally, his train had arrived.
He was smiling as he jumped in front of the fast-moving vehicle.
Word Count: 149
I wrote this piece of flash fiction for the prompt challenge over at Ad Hoc Fiction. If you liked this piece, and you have the time, you can vote for this entry simply by following the link to Ad Hoc Fiction, and clicking ‘read more’ until you reach the piece called “The Longest Journey”! As always, thanks for reading!