Bedtime Story: The Night Train — Night 12


The Night Train

Copyright 2014 by Barbara Hinske

Night 12


Rachel kept her eye on the man during the reception that followed their presentations, but couldn’t get close to him. They were both inundated by members of the audience who had questions or wanted to share observations. By late afternoon, the crowd had thinned and the provost gathered them together. “Thank you. Most successful symposium we’ve had in years,” he said, shaking their hands. “I’d better escort Rachel to the street; at this hour, we’ll be a long time hailing a cab.”

“Not necessary,” the man said, his dark eyes searing and unreadable. “She’s staying nearby? I can drop her on my way home.”

Rachel began to protest, but the Provost cut her off, visibly relieved. “I took the train today—should have driven in to do just that. I’m very grateful to you. You must set off, or you’ll be stuck in traffic for hours.”


Bedtime Story: The Night Train — Night 13