Lone Adventurer Novels & Stories

" We hold hands to navigate the crowd together, many unfortunately following us to the little building with merchandise and tickets. Off to the corner is a small concession stand, and we kill the wait by snacking and doodling in my sketchpad. Soon the engine and horn of the train can be heard. Chey wipes her crumby fingers on my dress and I playfully glare. We end up moving seats to am area where we can have a wall at our back. So many people roam about back and fourth from the gift area, some even knocking over our luggage. One particular strange man stands put above the rest, older and intriguing. A bit arrogant in his stride. He brushes too close to me in passing and I shudder. "There it