Train of Memories

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Train of Memories

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Short Story by: Entity

Genre: Romance

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Short Story by: Entity

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Genre: Romance

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A love story with an interesting sci-fi twist. By the way, this was a totally random, split second idea I had, so I don't know if it will be any good. If you could, give me a little feedback, and of course I would be happy to read your work as well, and comment of course:)

Summary

A love story with an interesting sci-fi twist. By the way, this was a totally random, split second idea I had, so I don't know if it will be any good. If you could, give me a little feedback, and of course I would be happy to read your work as well, and comment of course:)

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Submitted: December 13, 2012

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Train of Memories

His legs were near failing him as he stood and waited for the train. His mind was racked with questions. Why was she sending for him now. What does she wan't. Is it good or bad, and of course, should I go. These questions forcing him awake the night before, as they turned all his dreams to thoughts of her. The train rolled into the station, and screeched to a halt in front of many impatient passengers, all of whom were in a hurry to go nowhere most likely. But the pushing and shoving didn't phase him at all as he boarded the train. All he could think of was her.

Once he was on the train, he found himself a seat that didn't smell of urine and booze, and he let out a heavy sigh. He stuck his hand in his coat pocket, and he felt the envelope that had the letter she wrote to him in it. Against his will, his hands pulled the envelope out, and upon seeing her writing on the front, that unmistakeable handwriting, he began to cry. The tears came slowly at first, but soon they drenched the collar of his coat.

He opened the envelope, and pulled the letter, trying his best to keep the tears from soaking the paper. He read to himself the words that she had written to him, a whole fifteen years after she had left him. "Dear Trevor Wright," he read "It has been far to long since I've seen you, and I must see you now. I have important news, and I must tell you in person. It is for that reason that I ask you to come to my home in Vermont.


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