All Aboard

The train is coming; its wheels against the track as it barrels closer. The metal is cool against my neck, ready to end it all.

“Alexandra!” The wooden door opens and my mother slips in. I don’t turn around but soon her hands are on my shoulders, rubbing her warmth through the lace. Our eyes catch in the mirror. “Enough lingering. It is time.”

The church bells ring in confirmation. They blur in my mind with the train’s horn, fogging my thoughts with imaginary steam. My head is on the tracks, my life is ending.

“You look beautiful.”

The words bring little relief.


Character: Unhappy Socialite
Theme: Value of Marriage

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