Mysterious Steam Train

It whistled down the line. A trail of misty smoke choked the platform. Screaming wind blew the  startled leaves up where they twirled and curled their way through the air. My scarf ribboned behind me. A scarlet streak of hope, against the leaden sky. Then he appeared, his face half hidden beneath his bowler hat. He glanced sideways then walked on.  And then it was gone, the steam lifted from the ground, like a veil lifted from a bride’s face.

Sophie Parker.