Nathan Parish

Broken Line

The train rattled out of the station, that life was behind her now. Her shoulder pressed against the cold window, the condensation blurring the view of the city. A hastily filled handbag filled with whatever she could grab sat on her lap. At the bottom lay a notebook, lost long ago. In the panic of her leaving she didn’t have time to go back to it, but with the hours that lay ahead she needed something to do.