Know When to Fold ‘Em
Brian PaoneThe train swayed on its tracks as it veered, and I placed both palms against the wood-paneled walls to steady myself. I didn’t move forward through the skinny corridor until I felt the tracks straighten again, and the train righted itself. I wiped sweat from my brow, glancing in the forward dining cabin and shaking my head at the number of open windows. Weren’t the passengers just as frustrated with the warmth and humidity as me?
I puffed the cigarette dangling between my lips and entered the dining cabin, eyeing the first small cubicle-looking area as I passed. Two benches faced each other, separated by a round table. Half-consumed drinks rested on the table, saturated napkins absorbing the sweat dripping from the glasses. Four people slept on the two be
