Daily Short Story

The Last Train from Istanbul

It would be the last train from Istanbul, before the Nazis closed in, and he couldn’t afford to miss it. But then he thought, Maybe I should pick up some milk and eggs at the store, in case I get hungry on the train. I could make myself a raw egg sandwich and wash it down with milk. Man, he loved milk.

When he ran onto the train platform with his groceries, the train was still there. What a relief! I wonder if I have time to go pick up an extra bottle of milk, he thought.

When he got back, the train was gone. He had missed the last train from Istanbul.