We watched them as she straddled him, and at first we didn’t complain, because it saved room, allowed at least one more passenger to board an already-packed train.
She kissed his forehead, massaged his earlobes, touched his nose with her index finger and smiled.
Their warmth made everything colder. The railing. The ice through our boots. The gush of wind when we were finally above ground again.
Thursday, 3 February 2011
Train Conductor Also Writes
Yeah just another blockquote:
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