Every time!

The man fell asleep.

When he woke up, his mouth was full of fingers.

They weren’t his.

He looked around the carriage and noticed it was empty.

“The next station is Newcastle,” chimmed the announcer.

As he scooped a pinky from his gob, the man felt stupid for missing his stop. Again!

© Carl Burkitt 2016

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