Fiction: Morning Conversation — Lavender Writing

I sat in the compartment alone until after we pulled out of Bristol Temple Meads. It was early, the light just creeping across the July sky, turning fields and towns first grey then hazy pink. The distant puff and chuckle of the engine, combined with the rhythmic beat of the tracks below almost lulled me…

via Fiction: Morning Conversation — Lavender Writing

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