In the Grey and Black
Tap tap tap tap tap… The rain against the window on the train began it’s solemn melody, as if to try and knock on the door of Alistair’s thoughts. But he was pre-occupied. His mind was trying to piece together why he couldn't remember getting out of bed this morning. It felt as though he had woken up on this train.
From the quaint flat that he lived in, to the job he worked at, everything was cozy and quiet. Alistair took the same early morning train to the quaint town of Bridgend from his flat in Cardiff, no exceptions or variations. He took the same route every day and stopped to grab the day’s news and a cup of coffee, making sure no one stopped him in his routine. As any good citizen would, he would support the local flower shop and buy a small lily for the bookstore he worked in. He absolutely loved the bookstore. Everything from the wooden clerk’s counter, to the warmth of the fireplace that was a part of the bookstore’s