Free Write

Here is a little free writing. I hope you all enjoy!


"Its time," Molly breathed sitting on the old bench at Canyon Dale station. A high pitched whistle sounded in the distance and a big black plume of smoke billowed into the air. She stared down at an old black and white picture of a young man in an army uniform. He smiled back at her with a wide contagious grin. She felt nervous. How would she know it was him. It had been years since she last saw him. She glance at the train approaching the station at a steady pace. I do hope he remembers me, but what if he doesn't, what then she wondered.

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