Train Station

by MidenianScholar

Edmund tries to wave to his mother as the train leaves for the professer's house, but cannot find room. The Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe, based on the movie. Two drabbles.

A/N: Another Ed ficlet, two drabbles. More probably to come. Enjoy and review!

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Train Station

Oh inconsistent me
Crying out for consistency
-Relient K.

The children crowded around me, shoving me into Peter's back. I could hear the train whistle, smell the steam.

But I could not see.

I tried to push past Susan and Lucy as the train rocked into motion. Mothers where calling goodbyes, and I could see the girls' arms moving to wave.

But I could not get out. I could not see Mum one last time, and I could not wave. They would not make room for me.

I managed to stick my nose out and move my cramped fingers, but I do not think Mum saw me. I could barely see her around my siblings' bulk. Then the station was behind us, and the mothers' calls faded.

I squirmed away from my siblings, not wanting to be close to them any longer than I had to. Determinedly I stuffed down the homesickness already burning in my chest.

Brushing off my sweater, I followed Peter toward our room.