Rebecca Lavin
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Rolling Stock
Jostled, I was jostled awake. I was very groggy and my mouth tasted like well,... crap. How long have I been asleep and where am I? The movement of my body led me to believe I was on a train. I have been on many a train, so I recognized it, the slow rocking movement like a mother rocking her baby. I opened my eyes and saw I was in a sleeper car. I looked out of the window, but could not tell from the rolling landscape where we were, and how did I even get here? I have no memory of that, what day it is for that matter. I stood up and checked my pockets for a ticket, what did I do with my ticket? How do you get on a train without a ticket? I didn't have my wallet, which seems to have disappeared as well. I went to the door and opened it, looked left and then right, the corridor was empty. I slipped back in "my" room and shut the door. I sat back down and let out a long breath, ran my fingers through my hair, trying to figure out what I should do next. I felt a painful lump on the back of my head, and I thought this is why I can't remember.
By Rebecca Lavin3 years ago in Fiction
THE NIGHT I MET THE QUEEN
The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window. You could barely see it, but there it was. I was out walking my dog on his evening walk. We left a little later than we usually do otherwise I may have missed it. I wish I had.
By Rebecca Lavin4 years ago in Fiction
