Ben would have much preferred staying at home doing nothing. But his sister is getting married in Paris, and he couldn’t really get out of it. A quick in and out, with minimum exposure to everything foreign. All he had to do was to get through the Friday and make it to the airport the next day. How hard could it be? For a cynical and judgmental hipster always choosing the path of least resistance – very hard!
A hack attack on the London public transport network makes it so much harder getting across the city. What Ben doesn’t need is having to fend off gangsters, get caught in some brat drama, look after a drunken historian, outrun zombies, or escape the police. It’s just too much work.
But this is not a story about cybercrime or mobsters, love and weddings, the apocalypse and zombies, or even London and Paris. It’s just one man’s race against the clock to get somewhere he didn’t really want to be.
Genre: HUMOR / GeneralKindle rankings (as of August 6, 2022):
Why did the entire city of London always insist on travelling on the same train as him? Commuting was a necessary evil to connect 21st century peasants with the establishments of labour that were the depots, factories, offices, or shops where the populace spent their miserable work weeks. Ben didn’t care much for commuting by public transport but compared to the alternative of simply not going to work and eventually getting fired, it was the lesser of two evils. He had tried the latter before. Hunting for a new job had turned out to be even more work than staying with the old one.
Meet Irony, Karma’s lesser-known twin. They’re both bitches.
Friday meant dress-down day in the office, and Benjamin wore his go-to 501s, a casual dark blue shirt, a pair of comfortable trainers, and a light jacket. The canvas rucksack on his back and his slightly too long hair put up in a man bun completed the hipster look he would never admit to. The April weather was unusually pleasant, and he had already put away his winter coat. Had he known the immense struggle getting back to his flat the same day would entail he would have never set his foot outside the door. But, as it were, he was blissfully unaware, and maybe he even whistled a bit in tune with the music he was listening to as he stood on the platform.
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Translation in progress.
Translated by Leticia Gomes Dantas
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