Bedtime Story: The Night Train — Night 11
The Night Train
Copyright 2014 by Barbara Hinske
Rachel swallowed hard as she realized that the provost was calling her name, inviting her to the podium. Her hands shook as she placed her notes on the lectern. “You’ll be fine,” the provost whispered as he stepped aside.
Rachel stole a glance at the man on the other side of the podium. He smiled and nodded in encouragement. Was she mistaken in what she thought she saw?
She launched into the presentation she had practiced dozens of times and was soon immersed in familiar territory. Her thesis was enthusiastically received and she flushed with pride as she returned to her seat.
The man stood and buttoned his suit jacket. Rachel stared on the back of his neck while he spoke from the podium, but the collar of his jacket and his hair hid anything that might be lurking there.