The Vigil by Scott Pieschel

prompt: nothing yet

The departing locomotive’s whistle echoes across King’s Cross station. Stragglers hurry through the steam creeping across the platform and board the train: businessmen in fedoras, trench coats and briefcases; young women with pleated skirts and pin curls striking out on new careers; soldiers on their way to the countryside for family reunions and the chance to build a life that was crudely interrupted by the war.

Jack moves at a more deliberate pace. At precisely seven o’clock each morning, he makes his way to the bench in the corner of the platform. The flat cap rests 

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