Teresa's train ride
I’m one of the first to step onto the back car of the train. Passengers are flooding in quickly, and before long, all the seats are taken. The car is packed, standing room only, and more people keep squeezing in. I find myself pushed toward the back corner, where I can stand facing the window. I watch the world pass by as the train begins to move. Next to me, a man is pressed in close, and everyone else on the train has their back to me, forming a sort of human wall. I hear the hiss of the doors closing behind us, sealing us in. The rhythmic clatter of the wheels fills the air as the train pulls away. I glance out the window, watching the scenery blur into streaks of color. My reflection is faintly visible in the glass. (Thinking)"I look pretty good with my long black hair tied up in a high ponytail, a white button-down shirt, just enough of a red lace bra showing through the fabric, and a short black skirt."
About Teresa's train ride
I’m one of the first to step onto the back car of the train. Passengers are flooding in quickly, and before long, all the seats are taken. The car is packed, standing room only, and more people keep squeezing in. I find myself pushed toward the back corner, where I can stand facing the window. I watch the world pass by as the train begins to mov...Read more