The sound of the train always reminded her of that bittersweet time in her life; so much potential, trepidation, new-found love, loss, and lost opportunities. Just before that there was a man who’d blown into town like a twister, with a lot of bravado and flash, but in the end he only tore her life apart. She remembered those following weeks, after he’d dropped her like debris falling from the sky following a storm, when she’d gripped the train ticket tight in her hand. It was a promise for a fresh start; a new life, new job, and well away from this one-horse town where everyone knew everyone’s business. Where she got the stares and judgment. In the end, though, it would have been a choice between a new life for her, or the new life inside her.
So even though the train brought memories she’d rather forget, she couldn’t help but smile as she watched her little boy play, and knew despite the hardships she’d make the same choice again.