A Brief Encounter

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Historical Fiction  |  House: Booksie Classic
This is an essay written based on the three-word title which involves a man and a woman at a railway station whose life changed after a brief encounter.

Submitted: September 15, 2013

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There I was at the railway station, waiting for the train to depart to my next destination. I have already become so used to all these travelling. I know of way too many who envied me for having this job, but they have no idea how much I wish I could find a place and settle down. Years of travelling in solitude have caused my memory of home to feel so distant.

I took a quick glance of the time from my pocket watch and returned it to my trench coat. It was then I realised I have actually been pacing up and down and that my train should come anytime soon. Just then, I heard a lady scream and it seemed to be coming from a level above me at as a thundering of footsteps can be heard. I looked at the crowd around me and there were similar expressions; furrowed eyebows and eyes seeking for answers. A girl rushed down the too-spiral stairs situated about several metres away from where I was standing and it was not long til I felt her shove past me into the train that has just arrived. There were a bunch of pursuers behind but I went after her into the cabin, quickly boarding the train and the doors closed almost immediately, shutting them behind.

She was sitting by the window and I did not hesitate taking the only empty seat beside her. She was panting heavily as she turned round to look at me. Beads of perspiration were strolling down the side of her face as we looked at each other. I did not know what came over me but I began wiping them away with my handkerchief. She looked at me in confusion and I realized that I was trembling. It was not because I fear of who she might be, but because she reminded me of home. She grabbed my arm and pulled me close to her leaning against my shoulder and I realised she was cold. I immediately pulled my trench coat over her and we stayed that way for the rest of the journey.

There were no words exchanged on our brief encounter but it was like as if we had known each other forever. From strangers to lovers, my wife goes by the name Marilyn. 


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