He squinted into the distance, the glare off the steel almost blinding. “What the hell…” he murmured. For a moment, the shape seemed almost human. Small, crouched, as though someone had fallen onto the tracks and was trying to get up. His stomach dropped.
He took a few steps closer to the edge of the platform, pulse quickening. The sunlight shimmered along the rails, warping everything in a wavering haze. He rubbed at his eyes, wondering if he was imagining it—a plastic bag, maybe, caught in a gust. But then it moved again. Not drifting or tumbling, but jerking—like something trying to free itself.