The Train Ride

The train moved slowly through the mountains.

Lena had planned a quiet trip, just a few hours to read and watch the scenery pass.

But the seat beside her didn’t stay empty for long.

A traveler with a worn leather jacket sat down, placing a book on the small table.

They exchanged polite smiles.

Soon they started talking about places they had visited, dreams they hadn’t yet chased, and the strange comfort of meeting someone you may never see again.

Hours passed quickly.

As the train approached Lena’s station, she gathered her bag.

“Maybe our paths cross again,” he said.

She paused, looking at him with a soft smile.

“Some journeys don’t end when the train stops.”

Then she stepped off onto the platform.

But she kept thinking about that conversation long after the train disappeared into the distance.