The Last Train

PHOTO PROMPT © Dale Rogerson

She had missed the last train and there was only one person she could ring who would be sure to rescue her.

She contemplated lying along the metal bench bolted to the platform; quite smooth considering the lace-effect pattern and even the curve might offer some support. But the cool air swirled around her ankles and it was not yet midnight. By the early hours she would be perished, frozen in time.  She had walked past ice-covered bushes all day; no sun to bring warmth. Sunday trains were dismal.

Her fingers trembled as she dialled his number.

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