Saturday. I was taking Muriel to London for the weekend. A father daughter trip to the theater. I remembered the little girl who loved time with her daddy.
“How was school yesterday?”
On the way to the airport, we see a train. Was he waving hello or good-bye? Both, she says. Every ending is a new beginning.
Months ago, I knew. The texts, the calls, the non-looks. Time whittled away leaving us hollow together. Continue reading Her Train Travels