Bedtime Story: The Night Train — Night 9
The Night Train
Copyright 2014 by Barbara Hinske
Rachel woke, stiff and sore, as the brakes squealed and the train slowed to a stop. Momentarily disoriented, the nightmarish memories of only a few hours earlier flooded into her consciousness. Listening carefully to be sure she was alone, she cautiously emerged from the cargo hold.
From the quality of the thin sunshine streaming through the window, she surmised it must be shortly after dawn. They had pulled into a train station. She retrieved her purse and suitcase and cautiously made her way out of the compartment to the steps of the train car.
She released a heavy sigh of relief when she saw the sign that announced they were in Vienna. She was about to step off the train when she noted, out of the corner of her eye, the tall man dressed in black who jumped off of the engine car, onto the platform.
Rachel pressed herself as far back into the entrance of the train car as possible, willing herself to be invisible, as the man strode rapidly along the length of the train, head down. The only thing visible as he passed not more than an arm’s length from her was the dragon tattoo on the back of his neck.