The Zephyr. 1
The Zephyr, the delicate, the gentle, the delicious Zephyr. The airy, unsubstantial and passing Zephyr. Yes, it is well named.
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A chance meeting, mentioned, but not planned. How would he recognize her? How would he know her? Standing outside the train, waiting for the conductor to take his ticket, he mulled over the options.
Standing outside, waiting with the smokers, for smoking was not allowed on trains now.
He knew he would recognize her by what she wore, or maybe the voice, what it surely must sound like. Or her words, her phrasings. It was unthinkable that he would go all that way only to miss her.
Standing on the chilly, windy passenger loading area, there were four people, four possibilities. He would have to find a way to isolate some clue, to show him which it was. Suddenly he was shy, nervous at his own temerity in just showing up and booking a trip without her knowledge, without her agreement. What if she were traveling with someone else?! No!, No more If's. Now was the time.
He boarded the train and took a seat. He was fairly sure she was in the same car, for all the through travelers in Reserved Coach headed for the same area rode in the same car. Unless she had taken a Private Room?! No, he was sure she had mentioned she wasn't making that kind of reservation.
The Conductor came through to check tickets. Yes, a blanket and a pillow please.The air conditioning /circulation was already cold, or maybe just no heat turned on yet. He settled into his seat a little deeper. The lights were low, allowing passengers to sleep if they chose. It would make his task a little more difficult, but not impossible. He had chosen a seat at the front of the car specifically because the restrooms would be at the back. This would give him the perfect excuse to scan all the passengers. Surely one of them was her. He had a couple of clues to follow up on already. One - her voice, and two - her color choice in clothes. She had said many times that she almost always wore red.
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A chance meeting, mentioned, but not planned. How would he recognize her? How would he know her? Standing outside the train, waiting for the conductor to take his ticket, he mulled over the options.
Standing outside, waiting with the smokers, for smoking was not allowed on trains now.
He knew he would recognize her by what she wore, or maybe the voice, what it surely must sound like. Or her words, her phrasings. It was unthinkable that he would go all that way only to miss her.
Standing on the chilly, windy passenger loading area, there were four people, four possibilities. He would have to find a way to isolate some clue, to show him which it was. Suddenly he was shy, nervous at his own temerity in just showing up and booking a trip without her knowledge, without her agreement. What if she were traveling with someone else?! No!, No more If's. Now was the time.
He boarded the train and took a seat. He was fairly sure she was in the same car, for all the through travelers in Reserved Coach headed for the same area rode in the same car. Unless she had taken a Private Room?! No, he was sure she had mentioned she wasn't making that kind of reservation.
The Conductor came through to check tickets. Yes, a blanket and a pillow please.The air conditioning /circulation was already cold, or maybe just no heat turned on yet. He settled into his seat a little deeper. The lights were low, allowing passengers to sleep if they chose. It would make his task a little more difficult, but not impossible. He had chosen a seat at the front of the car specifically because the restrooms would be at the back. This would give him the perfect excuse to scan all the passengers. Surely one of them was her. He had a couple of clues to follow up on already. One - her voice, and two - her color choice in clothes. She had said many times that she almost always wore red.
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