Chance

A woman steps on to a crowded train.
She squeezes into an empty seat between two hefty men.
Their body heat soothes her frosty sides.
She absorbs the music coming through her headphones; every note the piano releases.
She shuts her eyes. Darkness.
As she rests her eyes a man boards the same train.
He searches, finds her, and and approaches.
He pulls out a gun from his back pocket and tells everyone aboard in a whisper,
"If you wake her, you're dead."
He stands in front of her, holding the gun two inches away from her face
and waits.
Passengers slowly move to adjacent cars including the two men next to her
but some stay in curiousity.
The train pulls into the station and the woman opens her eyes.
She looks down the barrel of the gun in front of her but never once at the man.
She imagines seeing the bullet slowly making its way towards her pushing through her skin into
her brain, taking over.
But she shuts her eyes. Acceptance.
The woman's head makes a loud thud against the glass.
Then, silence.
He smiles and runs out of the train,
laughing.