Runaway Train
By J.T. Marie
At 21, you’ve already lost touch with all your friends. Most of them you never really liked all that much anyway, and when they wrote to you at college, you threw away their letters without even reading them. Soon they stopped writing.
Your roommate couldn’t understand this—she had more friends than God. But you never were a social butterfly, were you?
You did have one or two close friends, though, ones you actually wanted, but since you went to a college so far away, letters couldn’t keep you all together. Things happen you don’t know about, things that won’t fit into words on a page and wedge in between you, and when you come home, it’s easier not to call than to catch up on everything. After awhile you don’t even know if you want to get caught up, not a
