Somewhere else

Author’s note: this is another addition to my ongoing micro fiction series,

…there it is. A comforting rythm to the jostling of the train. She sat there pretending to sleep, trying to avoid wearisome conversation with her fellow passengers. To her this was another pointless journey, and again she was a foreigner. It really was a joy to travel, though some days she could not help but ache for someplace to call home.

Peace, Love, and Happiness…

–Joe

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