The stranger on the Platform
I was sitting on a station bench, completely shattered. My eyes were glued to the ground, waiting for the train to take me home after losing my job. I worked for a real estate agency—I loved that job. Everyone knew me, everyone liked me, but it wasn’t enough. "Staff cuts." That phrase kept echoing in my head. Two small words, yet they weighed as much as a boulder. I tried not to spiral into total negativity; I have my whole life ahead of me to find something else. After all, I’m only 23.
Comments
There are no comments for this story
Be the first to respond and start the conversation.