Trains

September 24th

Today Jim stopped off at another store.

It was very strange for him, going into a unfamiliar place like that.

He had to admit though, the coffee there was fantastic.

And they sold different newspapers, ones that had interesting headlines.

It was actually a . . . nice change.

But that didn't mean he like it.

No, not at all.

Today it was raining again, but with Catherine's words in mind he decided to enjoy the rain.

Well, he tried to.

It was hard to enjoy something when you were being pummeled with little wet bullets.

But he tried nevertheless.

Once at the train station, he realised he had arrived later than normal and had only one minute till the train arrived.

Catherine never seemed to arrive before the train, he had noticed, instead arriving just before it left.

He couldn't fathom why she did that, or how she managed to not miss the train.

Once again he took his seat and shook out his newspaper.

But today, something was different.

Today, Catherine didn't come.

And for some reason, this made Jim feel quite . . . sad.