I loved this tale😍
Elephant grey and cotton wool clouds of coal smoke, puffed from the steam train. Behind were silhouettes of faded mountains and the memories of the man she’d left behind.
Lines of tall bottle green trees swept past her eyes and the smell of fresh pine sap filled her nostrils.
Marina stared and blinked through the dusty glass, as she sat on the thread bare leather seat.
She craned her neck to see as far back as she could, hoping her lover might be running after her, in a desperate attempt to stop her from leaving. But that looked impossible, the tracks were long and lonely and the large metal wheels turned faster gaining momentum with shunting sounds, which deafened her ears. Her fingers trailed down the window making lines of dusty regrets.
Tears soaked her porcelain skin, as a breeze blew the smell of coal and black dust, to cover…
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It is indeed beautiful! I met a girl who’s name was Ortensia and I thought of you!!!
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And it was not her pen name was it?😉
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NO IT WAS HER ACTUAL NAME!!!! she was also a child I think she might have pronounced the name wrong
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lol.it was a name I once thought for one of my children too ,there is where it came from actually 😀
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aaaahhhhh I REMEMBER YOU TOLD ME YOU RANDOMLY THOUGHT OF IT, I see now theres a story hehe
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Vivid, I felt like I was standing there with her.
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Thank you very much and fir finding time to read my story.illl have a browse around your blog too😀
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I like your visual style in this !
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