Bedtime Story: The Night Train — Night 14
The Night Train
Copyright 2014 by Barbara Hinske
He eased the car into the heavy rush-hour traffic. “Are you enjoying Vienna?”
“I just arrived this morning, so I haven’t had the chance to see much of it.” And the moment she said it, she knew she’d made a mistake. He swung sharply toward her and was about to speak when she cut him off.
“My flights were delayed with the weather; I got in just after midnight,” she lied. He nodded and she continued, “I’ve never been to Vienna and have a few days to sightsee before I go back. Are you a native? What would you suggest I see?”
“I’ve only been here a short time, myself. Why don’t I pick you up in the morning and we can explore together?”