#2. Well Then.

A man arrived at the wrong platform
with the right suitcase.

The train he meant to catch had already left,
but inside his case was a loaf of bread
that would have fed the stranger waiting on bench 4,
had the sun not turned blue at 16:07.

No one spoke.

The pigeons were fluent in Morse code that day,
but no one asked.

Somewhere, a ticket inspector
tore a blank stub in half
and said, Well then.

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