Dating : The Train Hopper

Under the cover of darkness, Milo hopped aboard the westward-bound freight train. He slipped inside a boxcar. Moonlight glimmered on his face.

“Hey,” a seasoned, smokey voice called from the shadows. “Where you heading, kid?”

“Don’t know.”

“No? Well, where you from?”

“Nowhere.”

The man’s voice cracked. “Me too.”