Literature
Gt July Day 28 - Cursed
The train station was busy. Crowds bustled through, people greeting one another or saying their farewells. Trains pulled slowly in and out of the station, heralded by throngs of passengers bearing luggage, tickets, and impatience. Steam filled the air, escaping through the high glass windows letting the sunlight in or coiling gently around the sculpted stone ceiling far above. One figure, in a simple, practical dress and a round felt hat, set a large bag down on the floor and leaned in close to the ticket counter. “One ticket for the 11:15 train, please,” she requested. The ticket clerk didn’t respond right away; she was too busy staring at the woman’s shoulder, where a tiny metal doll with a clock in its chest sat, one little metallic hand gripping the thin ribbon of her necktie. “What’s that?” the clerk blurted. Immediately blushing red at her own impertinence, the young ticket clerk soon stammered, “Sorry, Miss, er, that was the 11:15 you said…?” Though the woman simply smiled