Time for a Fiction in 58. That's (hopefully) a story in 58 words.
The other riders are uncomfortable, so what. The talking draws stares, but the tears, well that’s another matter. It renders him invisible. He grips the steel, body swaying with the train, and sobs.
Better they know his pain, too. Better they look. Even as they look away.
It’s all the therapy he can afford, as his life unravels.