The next day...
"All aboard!" I hear the conductor shout. As I wait to board the train, I think about the urn that is placed securely in my duffel bag and look up at the bright blue sky. We're going home mama.
"It's a great day for traveling." Aunt Delilah tells the conductor as we step up onto the train. "Sure is, ma'am." He winks at her. She smiles and giggles like a teenage girl.
Once we board the train, I laugh and make a puking gesture beside her. "What?" she asks innocently. I playfully roll my eyes. "You shouldn't talk to strangers." I tell her jokingly. "Oh, shush. He was fairly handsome if I do say so myself." I laugh again and pull a book out of my backpack.
When I finish my book, I look over to see Aunt Delilah fidgeting. "Nervous?" I ask her. "A little. What do you think it will be like, without her there?" She looks down at her hands. "Well, I think it will be an amazing experience for both of us. But you're wrong about one thing." I tell her. "What?" she asks and looks up. "She will be there."
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Where The Sun Never Sets
Ficción GeneralIt's been a few months since nineteen year-old Abeline's mother died, and she hasn't been the same since. She feels as if a trip to the house her mother grew up in will be the only way for her to get over her passing. After being told by her aunt th...
