Vacant

The train pulls into the station. 
Calmly watching as frantic faces assess the seat availability.
They race beside the slowing carriages, looking in, calculating the odds, spying a vacant space and deciding it is for them. Determination. Eyes of steel. Panic as the target disappears. The seat now prey for a new set
of eyes.
Doors open. The shrill noise announcing the incoming wave of chaotic insecurity.
“Is this seat taken”?

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