Autumn
It's autumn
The sky is gray overcast
A lightening storm is brewing
Our POV character lies on the roof of a train
Rhythmically rocked by its movements
Hanging white-knuckled to the edge of the roof
In the pockets of her oversized sky-gray hoodie
Pressed between her and the metal car
There's a worn-edged notebook
The wind rips through her hair
Cold
Why is everything always so cold?
She hopes they haven't found her
Hopes they haven't followed her
She knows they probably have
She'll have to climb down as soon as she finds a major station
Get lost in the crowd and and hopefully lost forever
The metal coil of the cheaply-bound scribbler digs into her rib cage
She doesn't have a plan
But she has a mission
And nerves of steel
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Does this take place in Canada? I always wondered how Canadian travellers deal with those brutal winters. Here in the States we're lucky enough to be able to just hop or hitch straight down to warmer states