The Train: A Short Story

By Cendrine Marrouat

You never know what a train ride may have in store. Maggie is about to find out as she journeys to Coueuses to visit her family. 

 

"A powerful and deeply touching story with layered characters that all felt real." - Berneta L. Haynes, author of 'Eve and the Faders'

 

 

• Language: English
• Publisher: Cendrine Marrouat
• Release date: Jan 20, 2023
• ISBN: 9798215844816

Cendrine Marrouat

Cendrine Marrouat is a French-born Canadian photographer, poet, and author. She is also the co-founder or FPoint Collective, a photography collective; and Auroras & Blossoms Poetry Journal, a magazine that promotes uplifting and positive poetry, no matter the topic. Cendrine has also created the Sixku (poetry form) and the Reminigram (type of digital photography). Finally she works as the Head of Marketing and Communications at Connexion Franco Coop.

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THE TRAIN

A Short Story by Cendrine Marrouat

Copyright © 2023 by Cendrine Marrouat

Book cover design by Cendrine Marrouat

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Memory... is the diary that we all carry about with us. - Oscar Wilde

The true art of memory is the art of attention. - Samuel Johnson

THE TRAIN

Thomas, we’ve already discussed this. No.

Maggie, give me another chance. I’ll do anything.

It was my second conversation over the phone with my future ex-husband this morning.

Ma’am, board the train, please. It’s about to leave! The station attendant’s sharp tone brought me back to my current surroundings.

Gotta go, Thomas.

Please—

Gonna miss my train because of you! I’ll call you later!

Ma’am, please!

I ran to the train with my half-opened backpack. The ticket collector’s hand met my arm at the bottom of the stairs and quickly lifted me up.

Thank you, I said, as the train started.

My pleasure. One of those days, huh?

I’m afraid so. I smiled.

Where are you going?

Coueuses.

At least that’s the right train.

I nodded and entered the wagon to my