Horrid Thoughts with Hard Questions

She looks at me with hopeful eyes throughout the whole meal, as I run through ideas for our escape.

"We could leave tonight by train. I have some money saved up to buy a car, but this is more important." I smiled, thinking back to the money in my dresser I had saved for the past year. It wasn't much, but it was enough for two one-way train tickets at least.

"Wow," she mutters. "Do you think we could pull it off?"

"Of course we can. We can do anything together." I tell her, something rustling in the pit of my stomach when she smiles at me.

"That would be so much better." She sighs. "I wish it could actually happen."

As we stand to leave, I promise myself that I'll make it happen. Somehow.

The next day, I find myself at the train station, looking at the time tables. A train was set to leave for Florida at a quarter 'til ten this evening. It was perfect.

When I walk to the box office, the little old man behind the counter looks up at me and gives me the nicest smile. "What can I do for you, little lady?"

"I'd like two tickets for the Florida evening train."