
Last Tram
The last tram pulled out right under your nose. On the platform, someone else watches it go with the same look of reproach. It’s chilly, you’re alone, and it’s a forty-minute walk.
Your eyes meet for a second, like two people recognizing a shared misfortune.
- Walk home togetherOne street, one conversation, one risk
- Share a cabPricey, but you talk
- Walk home aloneYour bubble, your thoughts










