On the platform she waited for the train that was coming.
Her demeanor was calm. Inside was a whirlwind.
Would it work, this plan she dreamed of last night?
Would they come? Could they hear? Would it fly?
The unknown was always a gamble.
She took a deep breath as the air pressure changed. It was time and her train was approaching.
It would be her last ride on this route she had known.
Her last wait at this particular station.
She’d miss it in ways, with it all so familiar…
But her heart wouldn’t let her sit still.
The train glides up to the platform. She smiles.
Steps onto the ride of her life.
As the train disappears, the station grows quiet.
Less oxygen now. Her light has moved on