Shifting Timetables

Might as well unpack the bags. The man at the front desk said there are no trains this evening.
Nor will there be any.
Ever.
He was removing the clock that hung behind the desk.
This is home from now on.

Those of us who have a room are the lucky ones—there are no more vacancies anywhere between here and there. Dark clouds are moving in.
A red-cap’d bellhop was helping an old woman in a