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This is entirely fictional and a short story I wrote a long time ago, when I was a teenager. I have never published fiction on Medium before, but have read some top-quality content and figured I’d give it a go. For those of you looking for my usual content, this isn’t it. TW: Terminal cancer.
Jamie sat down on the far end of the seat, biting her nails with a fury that she could only muster up when she was at peace with the world. She had tied her dirty blonde hair up in a tight ponytail, but it yanked on her scalp and she let it tumble out in unruly waves. It was too long, she thought, and the edges were fraying. It needed cutting.
The train started with a jerk and sped up by the countryside. The houses were thrown out here and there and a stream or two dashed by in a blinding blur of crystal light. What a lovely day.
It had been like this the day she got married. It was something she could think about now, without the pain. She curled a long strand of hair around her finger and sighed. She hadn’t been back here since then. Sure, she had seen it, floating by the window, rushing through her periphery as she typed her latest reports on her laptop. But she always worked on train rides and she was only looking, truly looking, now.
