
The Last Train Home | A Simple Encounter Turns into a Moment of Fate
A STORY BY NASEER The platform was almost empty. Just fluorescent lights and the distant

A STORY BY NASEER The platform was almost empty. Just fluorescent lights and the distant

A STORY BY NASEER The cafe at the end of the street wasn’t the kind

A STORY BY NASEER The book had been sitting on the top shelf of Mrs.

Mara bought the photo at a flea market. It was an old family portrait, faded

Every morning, the old clockmaker wound the town’s bell tower by hand. Most thought it

They gave Sam a room key without a number. The hallway was dim, the carpet

Zaid never noticed the chip in his coffee cup until the key fell out. It

There’s an old photo booth at the back of Pine Street Arcade. It still barely

Marcus, a young real estate agent, was assigned to prepare the old Everwell House for

Act 1: The Stranger at Dusk The rain had been pouring down since late afternoon.