Continued...
Fourty years later on Planet Earth:

The wind howls around the corners of this God forgiven train station. Her frozen ears are challenged to the limit trying to separate the sounds....
Is it the train coming? No, just the wind. The hangovers from yesterday's party still knock inside her head. "Is there anything one could drink here?" No. Not even an open door.
She sits down on a bench and draws her legs under the skirt. Thirty years ago she left this town at the age of ten. It was more a village now. She had lived more places than she was able to count. Whereever her father could find a job they had lived. Growing up she just continued the pattern.
Only two places were worth remembering: The town, where her children were born. There she had bought a little house in the country, started her own business and had her children. She was driving a taxi. Her restless soul liked driving.
Here she had her scoolfriends. The party yesterday was a scool reunion. Still she had not seen a single familiar face on the main street...
© Lucia