All Aboard

A woman in a wedding gown sat down beside him, pulling at the skirt and tucking it under her, just as the train pulled away from the station. Turtle did his best not to stare, to not steal glances, to keep his eyes focused on the paperback in his hands. He prided himself on minding his business, and this was no time to act any differently.

Turtle woke to the runaway bride asleep on his shoulder. Gently, he shifted out of his seat, making sure she didn’t fall over. She stared at him, confused and unsure.

He patted her hand.

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4 thoughts on “All Aboard

  1. Intriguing. Strangers on a train…
    Reminds me (in good way) of Night Bus by Welsh poet Owen Sheers.
    And the crazy bride abandoned in a long forgotten story (by me anyway) by possibly Flannery O’Connor.

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