By chance

Chapter 8

The train shot of like a bullet and it moved with great force pushing her over so she fell with a large thud, with all the luggage on the filthy floor. Her eyes were still filled with tears and she must have looked a right mess, Being covered in blood and all that. People were watching her on the floor, but no one offered a hand. She pulled her self up crossed her arms, her faith in humanity fading.

She clambered her way to the end of the train, tripping over suitcases and luggage carriers on her way. She was aching all over  and feeling more tired and hungry than she realised. she hadn't eaten or drank anything for over twelve hours, which explained why her mouth was so dry atleast.. The train was packed full of dozing people. All half asleep. She sound a seat next to an old withered looking women wearing pastel coloured check shawl and a pair of round frame less glasses. She had curly hair, just as out of control as Woody's but it was a chestnut brown colour. Her huge green eyes stood out and she was wearing and awful lot of mascara so she looked like she had spiders on her eyelids. She had a large gold pendant hanging from her neck which caught Felicity's eye. She was wearing a large amount of ugly old rings on each finger. All different colours and different shapes and sizes but none of them actually looked like something herself would wear, they weren't even very tasteful..The women's Tweed handbag was on the only vacated seat (it seemed) in the train.

Bending down to the women's level, Felicity requested if she could move the bag so she could sit there. The Women turned her head (for she had spent the entire length of time in which Felicity had been staring at her, gazing longingly out of the window) and slowly moved her head a meer half an inch up and down, indicating what Felicity guessed to be a nod. picking up the bag which smelt strongly like cigars she sat on the seat and felt as though she was going to collapse. She hadn't realised how hungry she was.

"Have you ever wondered my dear, where all our loved ones go?" asked the Lady.

"Umm....." said Felicity, she didn't know quite how to answer this question. "no.... I don't to be honest. Why may I ask?"

"Nothing my dear. Today is the 17 year anniversary of My daughters death." Said the old hag, her eyes filling with tears and the end of the sentence died away.

"Oh, i'm sorry Miss"  said a stunned and overwhelmed Felicity. "Is there anything I could do to help?"

"No my dear, but it would be nice if You could accompany me to her grave. Felicity was always a people person. Such a shame when she died. she was a popular girl and so very pretty.  oh how I do............. "

Was she imagining it, was she so desperate to track the Kendall line that she had imagined it. The old lady must have said Felicity. Perhaps........ It couldn't be Ms Kendrall sitting beside her, could it?

"FELICITY!" Did u say her name was Felicity, Felicity Donkins by chance?" Felicity had now risen up in her seat in utter shock.

"How did u know that?" shrieked the old women her voice rising in pitch with every word. A look of horror seemed to strike her face and the old lady went pale. she looked down at her hands that seemed intertwined round her shawl

"Why yes it is. her name was Felicity Donkins and she died 17 years ago. Three hundred and sixty nine days later, my son Woody, found him self landed with an abandoned and poorly orphaned child so he named the child after her. I wish I could have met that poor soul. But I weirdly don't remember much until he next morning.

"Is your maiden name Kendrall by any chance?" Felicity looked up at her reflection in the mirror. She saw not the sweet and kindly pretty face of herself though, but the face of a tall skeletal man. Ablang. Felicity collapsed again. Feeling sick and dizzy. she saw who she guessed to be Miss Kendrall stand up beside her and then Felicity drifted of into nothing...........