Kia got on the train at Frontenac. The train was late and she was cold. A tall scraggy man with hands stuck deep in his coat pockets was standing close, staring, watching, so she stepped on quickly when the door slid open. The man stepped on close behind her and stayed close behind her. She moved through the cabin hoping he’d sit down and let her move on alone. But he stayed close to her, lock step with her. She concentrated on not looking up. Not initiating in any way. Fuming and alert she hurried. She could almost feel his breath on the back of her neck.
