I discreetly try to flash my Pinkerton’s badge so that the remaining passengers are unaware of my presence.
“Ticket, please, sir.” The statement is more forceful.
I step closer to him, and once again try to subtly and silently stop this needless impasse.
“I understand who you are, sir, but everyone pays to ride this train.”
Written for Five Sentence Fiction. Requirements: The Photo Prompt and just five sentences.