Tegan H

Pen Pals

Heidi’s hands trembled as she pressed send. She watched to make sure the text actually sent, then threw the phone down beside her and rested her head back on the gaudily patterned seat. Why did they always use such ugly patterns for train seats? Who would choose this pattern when there must be millions of other more attractive patterns to choose from? Perhaps it was to hide the stains. She suddenly felt very dirty. She wished she could take a shower.