The train’s whistle blew. Three minutes to navigate Munich’s Hauptbahnhof to Gleis 23. Track 23 of the main train station. A Friday afternoon – everyone was heading to Austria or Switzerland this weekend.
Aaron and fat boy proceeded as if nothing were out of the ordinary – hopefully, no one would notice them, certainly not the Polizei guarding every doorway, every corner. Aaron preferred the black the American police wore to the sinister olive green here. He just knew they’d cart him off to Dachau or someplace … and have their way with his behind. Sex fantasies aside, he avoided them like Facebook surveys.
“Fat boy,” he said, “keep it cool. A few more steps and we’re on the train for Prague.”
They made it into the train, but had to lift their suitcases to make their way down the aisle. Aaron looked at the Reservierung – a private car at the far end. When they got to it, a Czech family of four sat inside. The woman breast-fed her four-year old.
“Gross!” fat boy said under his breath. “Can I have some, Mommy?”
Aaron hoisted his suitcase up to the rack – in the clear. And then fat boy tripped on the Czech father’s foot. His suitcase opened up. Diamond jewels and pine cones sprayed out everywhere. The jig was up.
“Pine cones?” Aaron asked, incredulous. “W. T. F.!”
“I read this fabulous poem this morning …”
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