Green Scarf

Her scarf catches between the doors; eyes enlarge with the strain of surprise; voice mutes. Someone may have called in alarm – an animal yelling of shock, concern or perhaps glee. Despite this realisation, she simply lets the length of green silk slip away like a totem flag; the train a rogue rebellion chasing horizon. She follows its trail, ablaze in clouds of dirt and dismayed as she is of its early departure, she relishes the sense of adventure bestowed on the little green scarf.

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