Both the driver’s side tires of my car are flat. I’ve gotten on a
train. I only meant to ride one stop, to say goodbye to
someone. But the next stop is two hours away. They won’t
let me get off. I call my mother from the train. She cannot
help. I knew she couldn’t help & I don’t know why I called
her. But I always do. My body is considering jumping off the
train. My legs are shaking. My legs must know I am dreaming.
Legs are always the first to know. I don’t think I’ll survive the
jump. I don’t know who I was supposed to see; don’t know
how they mattered this much. I can feel dawn on me. This
must mean I should make my choice. The train is moving very
fast. I don’t want to be late. If I’m late there’s no way to get
back & I want to go home. But I always do. If I jump there is
nothing but darkness down there & if I survive I think I’ll like
it. It is some kind of ravine. Where you can see all the stars.
The stars are the last to know.

Powerful and up to your usual standard. Great writing.