John Cowgill: Stories of the Railroad
It was a bright and sunny day. A young man wearing a coat and sweatpants and sneakers was sitting on a bench at the train station. A young woman wearing a blue dress and jacket with flip flops on her feet approached him. “Is this seat taken?”
He looked on the seat next to him. “Have a seat.”
“Thanks.” She sits down and crosses her legs. “You must be waiting on the train.”
“I am. I am going home. I live in Roanoke, Virginia.” He smiled at her.
“Nice. I am on my way to Altoona, Pennsylvania.” She said.
“I guess we are going in two opposite directions. Bummer. It would have been nice to ride with you.” He admired her beauty.
“Well, I don’t get to ride with people very often, but my puppy is waiting for me at home. I miss him.” She looked at him.
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