Raymond Alexander Kukkee
He clutched the metal container tightly to his chest as the subway car rattled into the yellow-tiled station. The swaying made him nauseous. He began to sweat.
"Fadniicker Street Station is the only one with high-speed pass-through directly over the valley after rush hour". He could hear his father's voice.
"The west end of the station, It has to be there, the 7:01, promise me! Put me there!" The voice haunted him.
"I promise!" he whispered vehemently, thinking out loud as the brakes screamed. The door opened.
He stood motionless on the platform, waiting, but not for long. He loosened the lid.
The high-speed west-bound carried the shiny metal container and dead man, spreading a cloud of ashes into the brilliant sunlight over the valley.
Is that Incoming I hear?
"Ashes" with a word count of 125 squeaks neatly into Red's M3 Flash Fiction Challenge limit of 125.