In response to Kat’s twittering tale #127, write a tale on the prompt in 280 letters or less.
The rain lashed against the menacing wind. A few stray dogs howled giving the deserted station an eerie feel. The train was all set to chug along. At the stroke of midnight, Alberto lit a cigarette, checked his pistol and boarded the train. It was time to carry out his plan.
Letter count : 277