As she made it to station, she got her ticket. She sat down waiting for her train to come daydreaming about how she wants to spend the rest of her days away from home. As her train pulled up about 8:14am, she did not hesitate to aboard the train. Sitting down in her seat she realized how this was her time, time for her to get away from everything that ever kept her captive. Looking out the window as the wind blew the leaves from the trees to the ground. She saw a new world calling her name. The joy of nature motivated her to leave and be one with the world. Louise knew that the only part of the world that Louise had partially explored was her home. Her so-called love could not compare to the possession of self-assertion, which she suddenly recognized as the strongest impulse of being. She saw beyond the bitter moment a long procession of years to come that would belong to her absolutely.
Not knowing where she was going Louise relaxed on the train as her seatmate sat next to her. She noticed that she was young woman probably in her late 20s early 30s. The young woman a beautiful slim size, with long blond hair and a nice skin tone. As they, both gazed out the window feeling free of everything’s. As the train started to pull off, the women placed a smile of joy on their faces. As Louise looked in and saw that, she had a smile on her face she thought that it would be polite to introduce herself. Lady across from her look at her with an odd face, but spoke back, and said my name is Nora. Louise being a very meek woman asked her how she was doing. As Nora look at Louise all she could say was free. Louise smiled and nodded her head wit the replied same here. Nora looked up, asking her where she is going. All Louise could say was freedom. Nora looked with a stun look, what you mean by that.
As she began to open her mouth, she started crying. Nora grabs her had and asked what wrong. She cleared her face. She replied that about a week ago my husband died. When that happened I was set, free, so this is why I am on this train. I left home to explore the world, as I have always wanted to. He kept me captive from everything and everyone except family. My only job was to cater to his every need. She pause thinking to her self-maybe she was talking too much, asking the woman where she was going since she was free. Nora spoke we share a common impact on our lives. My husband was the same way; hated me like a barbie doll, his own play toy. All he wanted me do was take care of the kids and him. Louise smiled at the thought of kids and saying we do have a lot in common, then asking her where her kids. Nora replied at home with the nurse and their father. Sometime you just have to leave when thing are getting old. I loved my husband for everything that he supplied for me; he was not a bad person. He just tried to protect me from and did what he thought was best. Sometimes what best is not always right, stated Nora all we wanted was to be free. Nora said Louise do people think you are a bad person for leaving your kids. Yeah but I do not feel that way I love my kids. The train pulled up to the station, and both women arose and exited. Nora looks to the right as Louise looked to the left. They shook hand and Louise told Nora to live the rest of her life to the fullest with no more worried are catering except to herself. Nora smiled and nodded, as they walked away from each other the looked back with smiles of joy, happy to have met each other.
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