The Great Escape (very Short Story)

Head back, eyes closed. I savour the cool, quiet efficiency of train travel.

I'm alone on this journey.

It is obviously not a popular time to commute.

Silence.

Then a scuffle, a soft knock below me and to the left, makes me open my eyes.

There it is again.

Are there mice on this train?

It sounds like old crackle-y paper. Rounded, moving haphazardly in all directions.

I hope the security video can't see me climb onto the seat.

Where is it? More importantly - what is it?

Feeling foolish, I gingerly step down. Then cautiously kneel and bend over, eyes level to the carpet, bum up.

Oh, it's O.K. Panic over. Breathe again.

It's only an onion, enjoying the freedom of riding on the train.

Do you think it's got a ticket?