The Train

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photo credit Roger Bultot

Lorna decided to  make her way to the dining car. She was travel-weary and hungry.

The train jolted as she made her way to the exit, and she bumped against a man in the aisle  ahead of her. They made their apologies, exchanged names, and she agreed to share a table with him. Good-looking and confident, he seemed trustworthy.

Her new friend opened the door, and she stepped out onto solid ground and into a bustling . . . .restaurant. It wasn’t moving. At all.

Her new friend smiled at her,  still  confident.

“We’re here,” he said. “Come.”

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