The fire on Regional Train 127 that Thursday evening permanently altered this routine.
” she had told Olivier on their train ride back to 30th Street. Olivier, obviously younger with only the faintest creases around his eyes when he smiled had been married only 14 years, yet seemed to know exactly what she meant.
How could misery be his founding story?
She had been glad her husband’s family had dropped the stein off the name. It hadn’t fit well in the hardware store window.
Copyright, spiritual fiction, One Will Come Back, by Cyd B. Weissman