The train had rattled and rolled through the countryside all night. Sleep had been the last thing on her mind as she stole aboard in the orange stained twilight of the city’s railway depot. The click-clacking of wheels on rails had formed a pleasant beat in her mind, lulling her into sleep, resting back on her guitar case. As morning had dawned, pale fingers of light stealing through the crack in the door, she had awoken. Pushing the truck door open wide as the train slowly rounded a bend into some small town, she blinked, rubbing her eyes. It didn’t … Read more at the source.
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