The Departing
Blistering cold surrounds me as I awake in a stale leather berth. The air is thick, with a hint of Whiskey and Tobacco. Why do I have no memory of boarding this train? Old cigarettes litter the floor, leaving my dwelling acrid-Instantly an intense pain erupts in my head, putting pressure on my temple to ease the pain; I rub my greasy and coarse skin. Strange portraits lay across the dusty floor, all sharing the same image, a man with his wife and child. My heart beats rapidly, and cold sweat fills my palms as an ear-piercing screech fills the corridor; I need to leave this place.
