The Zephyr . 6.
HIM
"Lincoln Nebraska!" The Attendant nodded to the smokers. "Six minutes here."
The smokers filed out onto the station platform. He went outside with them. Small comments were being tossed back and forth about the cold at this time past midnight. The was nothing he could pinpoint in the comments to help. More and more however he thought he could tell which she was. Only one wore red.
If it was her, then she was the passenger sitting 2 rows in front of him, also on the "left". He didn't want to lose any time with her, yet it was fascinating to watch and observe her without her knowing. No pretenses, no guards were up. She was just acting like herself. Small chatting with her neighbors, pleasant smiles, and when the Attendant gave her two pillows, she offered one to a neighbor. She watched out the window, at what he couldn't tell in the darkness. He had hoped that she would say something, maybe even her name outside with the smokers. She never spoke her name once.
He narrowed the distance between them and opened his mouth to say something, and the train whistle blew. Damn! She smiled at him and got on the train. Climbing up the small staircase to the upper level where the seats were, he was determined to wait no more.
People were filing into their seats slowly. The train door shut audibly below on the lower level. He hung back a moment to compose his thoughts. This was it, something would come to him.
"Lincoln Nebraska!" The Attendant nodded to the smokers. "Six minutes here."
The smokers filed out onto the station platform. He went outside with them. Small comments were being tossed back and forth about the cold at this time past midnight. The was nothing he could pinpoint in the comments to help. More and more however he thought he could tell which she was. Only one wore red.
If it was her, then she was the passenger sitting 2 rows in front of him, also on the "left". He didn't want to lose any time with her, yet it was fascinating to watch and observe her without her knowing. No pretenses, no guards were up. She was just acting like herself. Small chatting with her neighbors, pleasant smiles, and when the Attendant gave her two pillows, she offered one to a neighbor. She watched out the window, at what he couldn't tell in the darkness. He had hoped that she would say something, maybe even her name outside with the smokers. She never spoke her name once.
He narrowed the distance between them and opened his mouth to say something, and the train whistle blew. Damn! She smiled at him and got on the train. Climbing up the small staircase to the upper level where the seats were, he was determined to wait no more.
People were filing into their seats slowly. The train door shut audibly below on the lower level. He hung back a moment to compose his thoughts. This was it, something would come to him.
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