Ants on a Train

by Ari Collins


Across the subway car, a man raised his magazine.

"Wait!" I coaxed the ant onto my notebook.

"Miss," he said. "He's miles from his hive. It's pointless."

"She's a she," I said. "And you gotta hope, right?" When the doors opened, I deposited her on the platform and sat back down.

Good luck, Little One.