“They are now serving dinner in the dining car” she said, winking.

She was beautiful. Her eyes spoke to a youthful desire to know, see and experience all the world had to offer. Working on a train was a convenience to that end.

Then she was gone. On to the next passenger.
She couldn’t know. She didn’t have the clarity to see pain well masked. My youthful appearance stretched over broken frame. We hurtled on tracks to a certain future. I closed my eyes. The reality approaching far too quickly was that I would soon exist only in her past.