I’m sorry for leaving like this. You’ll understand
sometime. i’ll be in touch. love you, Jacine
She taped the paper to the side door and colected her things and walked out into the cold night air, never turning back to see the life she was leaving. it was a brief and lonely walk to the train station. an old man sat at the ticket booth looking bored and tired.
“Any night trains?” she asked.
he looked at her Suspiciously then answered “Only one.”
“Where is it headed?”
“Some small town outside of new york city…” He regarded her coldly, as if asking her to turn around and leave. part of her really wanted to, but once again memories kept her moving forward.
“One ticket then.”she said in a quit, mousy voice, that didn’t belong to her.
he handed it other then returned to the magazine he had been reading before she had come. the train was the only one in the station and it seemed smaller than any of the ones she had ever seen.