THE GIRL IN THE DESERT
A young woman sat cross-legged on the warm sand and stared openly through the dark void.
In the distance a train wailed its lonesome song of sadness.
The young couple in the middle car sat nestled in each others arms, eyes locked, hands touching, lips caressing. The train was crowded with people coming home from a long day at work and no one noticed the couple, except for the old lady who sat across from them, clutching her bag tightly. She smiled as a memory from another time came softly to her.
The trained rolled on and disappeared through the long tunnel, as rain began and flashes of lightening lit up the distant sky. The thunder, though far away seemed to create a hypnotic trance for the young woman who sat cross-legged on the warm sand.
The train stopped at Burrage Square and the young couple got off. The rain was letting up so they decided to walk the last half mile to their apartment, a custom they started long ago. Along the way they passed brownstones and store fronts of manikins, televisions and beer. A red wine, she suggested would go great with the steak that she would prepare for dinner.
Locked in each other’s teasing smiles, they never noticed the old lady from the train. She kept an appropriate distance to avoid being noticed.
Just then a lone fly buzzed the face of the young woman who sat cross-legged on the warm sand and abruptly jolted her to the present. Soon this would be over, she thought.
How will this continue?
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