The Ham Sandwich at the End of A World (food fiction)
(1994) The train seemed to have been creeping smooth into the station but then it halted suddenly. David’s momentum lightly tossing him against the wall near the carriage exit. Its pressurized door ‘fssshed’ open and clicked into place. He stepped down onto the platform and moved aside, setting his luggage on the dirty gray pavement to let the other arriving passengers move along unobstructed. A conductor passed by and David followed him with his gaze into the swirls of people flowing into and out of the station’s main hall. It was filled with serious, gray-suited men scampering about with harried looks; young blue-jeaned students slouching against hard cement columns; elegant middle aged women strolling leisurely from one train to another in moderately expensive clothes and, sitting on the few benches off to the side; shabby, dark-skinned gypsies and other word immigrants. The whole place reverberated with the rumble of engines and footsteps and garbled announcements th...
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