A New Name

It had been 8 years now, since that horrible day. Karim recalled. Exactly eight year ago, when he'd been a small kid, two people had tried to jump out of the train leaving the platform, sadly enough they had jumped into the distribution post, the long metallic pole that carried the over head power cables for the trains. The trains velocity, combined with the impact upon the collision of the pole on the man's skull hadn't left much for the doctor to do. The lady had been better off, well relatively; her dead body had a head. This was the first time Karim had seen death, and it had shaken him. The violence of it, the gory images till this day had stayed in his mind.