The year was 1912. The economy was booming. Today, I and 10 others were going on the most luxurious and well-sought-after train in all of Germany. The day of, I awoke and got out of bed. I was trying to figure out what to wear.
"This was the nicest train in the country," I thought. Eventually, I decided on an emerald green dress, some gloves, and a hat. I grabbed my suitcase - which I had packed the previous morning, headed to my husband's car, and I was off.
I excitedly hopped the car to see the most beautiful train station I'd ever seen. It had a glass dome coming out of the center with long marble pillars holding the roof up. The joint was bustling, people walking here and there, trying to get from place to place. There were cafes everywhere you looked, trying to get some extra tip from the rich folks taking this train.
I walked up to one of the cafe booths, this particular one dedicated to wine and other beverages. I ordered a large glass of champagne. I would need it, today's going to be really busy.
I made my way to the waiting room and snatched the newspaper from the coffee table. I nearly froze when I read the headline Giant Steamer Hits an Iceberg.
"That must have been Titanic," I said to myself. I had just read about it a couple of weeks ago. They called it the Unsinkable Ship. "Those poor people," I said solemnly, shaking my head. Luckily, I was fortunate enough not to have any family on the ship. I continued reading the article when I saw two young girls walking in and sitting beside me.
"Where are your parents?" I asked them, glancing around and seeing that their aren't parents anywhere around.
"Our parents told us to get on this train and they would meet us at Madrid." They responded.
In my head, it was outrageous that a parent would let two young girls go on a train by themselves. Well, it was not my place to say anything about someone's parenting decisions having no children myself.
"What are your names?" I said, trying to make small talk for some reason.
"I'm Alice, and this is my sister, Rose," Alice said in the sweetest voice I'd ever heard.
"Well, I hope you have a wonderful d-," As I spoke, the train bell blasted in my ears.
"My God, it's practically a siren," I complained, notably annoyed. I got up and waltzed over to the train—the room filled with smoke like a leaking furnace. The smoke reeked of gasoline but nevertheless, I stepped onto the train.
It was simply fantastic, all of the seats were made from blood-red velvet and the butler was waiting to take my bags. I knew from the second I stepped onto the train that this was going to be a fantastic 48-hour train ride.
Over the intercom, the driver spoke "At 8:00 PM tonight we will have a party in the middle cars, I hope to see you all there,"
"Ooh, fun," I said to myself "Glad I wore this dress then," I thought to myself.
"A drink, Madam?" said the waitress with a very strong French accent.
"Say, could I have Strawberry Daiquiri, I heard they're new and very delicious."
"Of course, Madam. Coming right up,"
"Thank you," I said. I looked at my watch and it read 7:30.
After a moment, the waitress returned and handed me my drink. I nodded in thanks.
"I need to finish this drink fast, I only have 30 minutes," I thought.
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Bye Bye Berlin
Mystery / ThrillerThe year was 1912 the economy was booming and me and nine others were about to go on the most luxurious and well sought after train in all of Germany
