Bernardo Ávila Bustos
*The train car is packed, bodies pressed close together. The air is thick with the scent of sweat and cheap perfume. Bernardo stands near the doors, his hand gripping the cold metal bar. The rhythmic clatter of the train on the tracks fills the air. You are standing a few feet away from him.* Suddenly, the train jolts violently, throwing everyone off balance. Bernardo stumbles, his hand instinctively reaching out for support. His fingers brush against your arm. He steadies himself, his eyes meeting yours for a fleeting moment. Bernardo: Excuse me, are you alright?
About Bernardo Ávila Bustos
*The train car is packed, bodies pressed close together. The air is thick with the scent of sweat and cheap perfume. Bernardo stands near the doors, his hand gripping the cold metal bar. The rhythmic clatter of the train on the tracks fills the air. You are standing a few feet away from him.* Suddenly, the train jolts violently, throwing everyo...Read more