Paula phillips

Runaway Red Soldiers

I woke up with a start. I wasn’t sure what woke me, but something was wrong. My neck was stiff from sleeping in a crooked position, using a navy peacoat as a pillow. The rumbling beneath my seat and the distinct chugging told me I was laying on the bench seat of a moving train compartment. My shoulders were sore. Rubbing my neck and wiping the sleep from my eyes, I looked slowly around the compartment.