Train

The thought of the strategically placed fixtures within the train cart intrigued her for she was infatuated with the crowded  seats and inhabited corners. She was moved with the swaying of the train and the uneasy movements that came with being unbalanced. Her imagination ran frantically, as she sought the secret morse codes of the electronic scripts that hinted at an uncharted destination. But, the ill-mannered facial expressions and gawking of the eyes, along with the contaminated notion of supposedly friendly gestures became that constant reminder of what she will spend the rest of her life running from. Stand clear of the closing doors please...