The Unusual Commute
Faith stretched and yawned. Somewhere in the house, the kittens were rough-housing and the neighbor’s rooster crowed ear-splittingly loud. There was no use in complaining to the Harvey’s again. She sighed, sat up, and slipped into her slippers. Warm chestnut aroma filtering from the kitchen suggested she was running late. The coffee pot’s timer was set for six, but it felt much earlier. Probably should not have watched the late-late movie, she told herself.
“Tom is always worth it.” She chuckled and set about her morning routine.
By the time she showered and poured her coffee to go, she had decided it was much later than usual. No time for breakfast or yoga. Traffic was light and convinced her even more that she was running behind schedule. She dashed through the terminal and reached the train doors with seconds to spare. They closed behind her and the train lurched forward.
Faith grabbed a hold of the person in front of her to avoid falling over and chuckled. “Excuse me. Sorry. I didn’t mean –“
Without intending too, she screamed as her eyes took in the thing standing in front of her. She released her grip and stepped back.
“Watch it, young lady,” a voice said behind her.
Faith glanced behind her and …
To be continued
This time, I am tagging the incredible Sadje to lead us off.
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