If it had been any other company he would have reported it straight away, but James just sat there staring at the contract approval screen. A chance meeting and here he was, with the opportunity to pocket £10,000 – all he had to do was approve the contract.
If it had been any other company he would have reported it straight away, but this was Vanguard Railways. As he looked at the company name, he could hear the whooshing and the push of air knocking him back against the barriers as the express train sped passed.
He’d stumbled back, so close to being just another news report. The windows had been too high to look through, but he could see Tristan’s Converse on the other side of the train. James could see them turning away and then they were gone.
Tristan has always been the ghost of a promise, the chance of cool – just a black t-shirt and jaded jeans away. Brought up a street apart, but worlds away.
They’d starting talking in the park, James on his way to play games, Tristan heading home from a rave. They’d shared a beer, shared their truths.
James’ chance to live the life he wanted, not the life he’d been promised. The invite – a party would make it right, those years of longing to be something other.
They met at the park the next night, follow me – down the rabbit hole he’d hoped. Tristan jumped over the barriers –to the wrong side of the tracks. He dashed across the tracks as the train went flying by – James too slow, too timid.
He moved his mouse on the screen and clicked.