A little early this week, because I can and because you’re all so wonderful. Another 200 words, another illustration. Enjoy.
An inter-city high speed train is cruising along between mountains and over rivers. Sadie, tired of staring out the window, casts a glance around the car. A grandma playing cards with her grandson. Bored looking business man nodding off. Young scruffy guy stands up to get something from his bag. He checks his watch, pulls on a spray jacket and zips it right up, then puts on his small backpack and clips all the buckles up tight.
‘Typical, hot dude’s leaving me with spoiled grandchild, drooling suit, fatty and the giggling bimbos.’
He runs a hand through his hair, catches her looking, then reaches into a pocket and pulls out what appears to be a small pick.
‘Busted. Now what the fuck’s he going to do with that?’
He steps to the window, turns his face away and whips out his wrist, shattering the window in an instant, then hops onto the sill. Squatting on his haunches, he casts a last look around the carriage, tightens a hood over his head flings himself with full force out of the window.
‘Well that was fucking cool’ Sadie smiles to herself as some gasp in shock and others scream in terror.