The Railroad Tracks
A young woman was walking down the railroad tracks outside the small Maine town. With her Yohji Yamamoto dress and Louis Vuitton luggage, she was a strange sight among the drab and cold wooded landscape.
She looked exhausted, but happy. She was free at last, and so she had nothing left to lose. Free from her family, free from her partner, free from the old demons. The crunch of gravel and the gossip of birds were more beautiful than the finest philharmonic orchestra in the moment.
She paused a moment, put down her overstuffed bags, and twirled with joy. A spatter of rain fell on her cheeks and she knew she’d remember this day forever. The day she ran away.
She picked her bags, took a deep breath, and soldiered on to the nearest city as the rain began in earnest.