The Last Station
(V-08: Minimalist Realism) The station was empty, except for the two of them. The clock on the wall had stopped at 4:12, and the fluorescent lights flickered with a low, rhythmic hum. Outside the glass doors, the world was a flat, featureless grey. There was no wind, no sound, just the stillness of a finished book. He sat on a plastic bench, his hands clasped between his knees. She stood by the...
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