The Last Call

Last call for the 3:15 to London, blasts over the tannoy, ringing in my ears, unwanted, like an alarm clock, waking me up from my daze. I quickly down my coffee, wincing as I burn my tongue in the process, I tie my hair in a tight bun that is sure to give me a headache, grab my brown leather holdall and dash for my carriage. I arrive at the silver, behemoth of a train and slowly make my way onto the overcrowded carriage, screaming kids, stressed parents and kindly looking old people seem to be the demographic as I take my seat, anxiously praying that no one sits down next to me as I slyly place my bag on the seat to my left - just in case. The chaos starts to settle as people take their relevant seats. I take a deep relieved sigh, thinking I may be lucky, as no one has claimed my neighbouring seat.

This is a small taste of what's to come. I hope you enjoy the journey that changed her life forever ....