Daily Short Stories from The Penned Sleuth

Next Stop I boarded the train and immediately started coughing. I buckled over, coughing into my hand and retching up the dregs at the back of my throat. It was a painful experience that made it impossible for me to breathe. There was one other passenger in the compartment and he ignored me plainly, staring at his newspaper. https://www.thepennedsleuth.com/