Long Train RunningIt was ironic, he supposed, that they were making this journey by train. After all, it was on a train that they had first met some ten years ago when both of them were on a vacation in England and taking the train from London to Brighton. There was a symmetry, a sort of coming-full-circle feeling to their current trip.
They were headed south. The train rolled along so smoothly that he almost didn’t feel its motion. It was cruel, he thought, that they were forced to sit in separate compartments, but that was just the way things were. They needed to get to where they were going, and, since the arrangements were last minute, they were in no position to argue with the railway.
He sat back in his seat, grateful that he was spared having anyone else sit next to him. Outside t
