Well after the conductor yelled, “All aboard,” and well after all of the tickets were punched; a group of people, who didn’t know one another were all headed north.
Little hands turned through pages while larger ones were cupping at the window, trying to get a better view of the night sky. A farmers pasture flashed by, but went unnoticed in the dark.
A few seats down slouched a frail grey haired lady, with her hands clasped around a small bouquet of daises. And across the aisle, towered a man who’s hands could hold a dozen eggs.
Alone in the corner was a red dressed woman; doing her best to not spill her coffee. She watched the children next to her fall into an innocent sleep. And ripples echoed in her fingers.
She thought about how strange it is that everyone on a train can be going the same direction but have different destinations. And then she thought about how tired the conductor had looked.
Sorry I haven't posted in ages. But I'll be back with a vengeance soon!