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I was expecting them when they came. Had been waiting too long, in fact. They were not mean and I seldom am. They allowed me to put on my warmest coat. The one young man handed me the little suitcase that I had packed that was sitting by the doorway. I grabbed the cane beside the door and followed the men out into the last of daylight.
Of course, I wanted to look back.
But of course, I did not.

I remembered back to another time while I was waiting for the train. Back to a time of younger days. Back to a time of love days. I smiled and missed my husband terribly so. I ached for him and felt him all at the same time. The memory of him made me smile.

The train was cold. I, being one of the first to enter, with many a fine gentlemen offering me their arms, found this out. As the people filled in, I felt the cold seep from the air and then out of my bones. The person I sat next to smelt of fresh, spring dirt. My mind did not wonder why they smelt as such. I was curled into their arms when I awoke.

Train rides always seem longer than they are.

Comments

Jennifer said…
I've been on a train once.
AJ said…
I've never been, myself. Really wanna do that sometime.

Nice story Q...

:)
Free Spirit said…
Hello, Q.

Thank you for taking the time to read my blog and leaving a comment.

I've read all your blogs and, I must say, they are quite impressive. I'll be going back here again, that's for sure.

Thanks again.

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