Racing through the rain, the world becomes a blur of grey and green: sky and trees. She lies back in her seat, hood pulled low so she becomes invisible: only a jacket, not a face. It doesn’t matter where the train is going as long as it’s away.
This is my entry for Three Line Tales, Week Eighteen. The challenge is run by Sonya from Only 100 Words. Photo is by Wilson Lau.
oooooh. mysterious and eerie!
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Thanks!
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you’re welcome! 😀
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Lovely take on the prompt!
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Thank you!
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Mysterious! Raises so many questions! What is she running from? Or what is she running towards? Nice!
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Thank you! Given that I only had three lines, I thought “mysterious” was the best route to take.
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Well it certainly intrigues people😀
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Oh, very good. I wonder how many people we sit near on the train who are just escaping, wanting anywhere rather than here. Nice spin on the prompt 🙂
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Thank you! I don’t know how many people are like that. I find that on a train a lot of the people seem “invisible,” with nobody giving them or where they’re going a second thought, which was part of what prompted these lines for me.
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Who knows all of the stories in every train carriage across the world? Interesting thought 🙂
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Ohh don’t run away please.
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She might come to her senses and turn back. Thanks for commenting!
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