I love Chicago! Just thought I would tell you. We went there years ago and spent a week in the city before travelling on to Utah – don’t ask… Huge thanks to Rochelle for continuing to host Friday Fictioneers and supporting everyone who takes part.
Finally, my very best wishes to you all for a healthy and prosperous 2015
Word Count: 100
The bag was heavy but Molly dragged it to the station. Her face turned towards the sun, its warmth flowed through her body, easing the pain. Cosmic pain relief, she laughed out loud at the simplicity of it.
On the train she ripped up the left-luggage receipt and gently took out the torn and crumpled letter. It had been hidden, but not well enough. Eventually she had retrieved it. Carefully, she smoothed out the creases until she could read his words.
On the platform she scanned the faces of strangers, looking for him.
He was there, as he had promised.
“Turn your face to the sun and the shadows fall behind you.” – Charlotte Whitton
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