New Haven

Messiah Jordy The train got to Valley Town at exactly thirty minutes past eight that morning, but that was not the end of my journey, not at all. If anything, it was the beginning. I alighted from the train, grateful to be free from the mother and her child who reminded me too much about my situation. I walked briskly towards the ticket station and boarded the next train for a place they called Hemingsburg. I did not know where that was, I did not know what happened there, but I knew my ticket was the last available one, and the train was leaving in ten minutes. I got myself croissants and spring rolls for breakfast, seeing as I was about to embark on a six hour journey with no stops. In exactly ten minutes, my fellow passengers and I were called to begin to board the train, which we did. I was seated by the window once more, the view was therapeutic. This time, it was a lady who sat by my side, and she had headphones on throughout the journey. I did not bother to initiate a