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The Runaway on the Train
There was a woman dozing on the train. She was dressed in deep green, mossy like the forest and grey, subtle as a cloudy sky. Her wheat gold hair was tangled like grass. She leaned her head against the metal bar, her brain spun with the rumble of the train, her face a pale mask against the black of the window. She rubbed her arm absentmindedly, her eyes fluttering open for a few seconds, before closing again. She slept for the next two stops, then stepped off the train, her feet dragging as she picked a direction to go.
Gold, #20