As she gazed through the dirty window at the lightening grey skyline, streaked with the smog of life in a city, the glasses on the draining board gently rattled with the passing of the 04.42 to New Street.
And she realised. All this time, all she’d had to do to get home, was catch a train. Her mind and body finally felt the promise of peace she had begun to believe was just a fairy tale.
In her haste she left the door unlocked and broke into a jog, tired, aching and determined to catch the 05.15.
As she stepped off the platform, no luggage, no money, no shoes, the last thirty four years slipped away almost instantly.
- G Michaels