Death's Day
It was obvious that the two of them were partners; their attention was reserved only for both of them, and it seemed like the other passengers in the train did not exist.
“Was it about this train?” Sonia asked. There was a note of alarm in her voice.
“Yes,” he replied.
“It derailed?”
“Yes, how did you know that? Were you in my dream?”
“No, I think... I think we had the same dream.”
Sonia looked genuinely worried now.
“In the dream, I did not see my grandchild. I could not, did not get to see her,” Greg said.
“The gods forbid it,” the older woman said, ending her declaration with the snapping of her fingers.
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