A shorty story with a less jarring epiphany. For context Elsie is a woman on the train. And there is a second woman on the Platform.

“Remember me” Her beloved waved at her. Steam blew forcefully out of the top of a slick heavy train car. The silhouette was placed in the window of the train car. “Remember me!” She shouted again. The steam continued and a whistle blew. The conductor shouted a muffl...

A mind in limbo. She hated that word, limbo. But she sat on a stained bed staring out a window, in limbo. Hands gripping the edge of the floral blanket stained through its years of use, they were shaking, tensing and her veins looked as if they wanted to crawl out of her skin, pop out of their places. Her whole body was infuriated, tense and pissed. Eyes twitching and jaw bit shut into place. Her ...

A walk of peace and blissful disregard ,

Her mornings sweet and often broad.

Silent Melodies carry those ears,

Of a distant dreamer who dreams to be.

The prodigal daughter has returned,

and with her brings disgrace.

The daughter has returned,

To rest a vessel case.

But thoughts will fade as faces do to.

And though the girl is lashed with stare

The Final whispers wandered away without care....