Her Chicken Scratch / Short Stories

Assemble

Cecile waited at the railroad crossing. Her small duffel bag slung over her right shoulder and a half-full canteen hanging off her left. She didn’t know what she was doing there. It wasn’t as if she was waiting for a train to take her somewhere new. She was hesitant – and promised herself every hour before dusk that this would be her chance.

Written by Alecia Writes. 

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