The title story gives the collection its pulse. A late train, a nearly empty carriage, a man who looks like work and sun and muscle, and an unlikely invitation to proximity. The landscape is concrete - carriages, stations, the brittle humor of strangers - and the encounter is a slow, mounting current: glance to glance, a borrowed paper, a cup of coffee paid for at a cost neither will name. Tension becomes touch; civility frays into something urgent and unavoidable.
A train leaves towns behind; some meetings leave you with only a ticket stub and a little fire under the ribs. Manuel García hands you that ember - brief, hot, and impossible to fold back into the quiet you carried aboard.
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