When the widow Mrs. Williamsworth hastily boarded the two o’clock train to Caput Arsum, she hadn’t prepared herself for the less than comfortable accommodations that enveloped her.
After countless kilometers of sways and rattles, she suddenly loosened the grip on her wet handkerchief and began to contemplate the sinister decision to abandon her stagnant hometown.
Written by Edward Roads
(Photo: Edward Roads)
Mytwosentences 
Clear picture of a difficult life. Thank you 🙂
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You’re back – and I love it – you’re a Wordsmith my eclectic, talented friend
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Loved it! As usual 👏
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love it
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A mystery unfolds aboard that train. Loved the post.
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