The train fumed angry hissing steam as it slowed to a squeaking stop.
From the carriage, Madrilène scanned the busy platform. What are the chances of seeing him in a city swollen with people?
Then, she felt a burning sensation on her cheek.
There stood Ben, with a drooping cigarette on his lips and open newspapers in his hands.
He smiled.
She froze and felt her heart race.
“Hello, Hon.” Michael had returned with their coffee.
She greeted him with a sweet smile, sweeter than usual. As Michael settled, she casually turned towards the platform.
Ben nodded and stepped back.
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Have not written flash fiction in ages. Last Saturday, I read Janna TWrites (click on the link) and decided to dust off the cob webs and try my hand.
Do pay Janna’s blog a visit – I love especially her flash fiction.
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