Time to take off the band aid. It’s a 6.

“Meet me at Kingston Station at 11:45 pm, there’s a midnight train heading to D.C., don’t bring luggage babe, we’ll get what we need when we get there, trust me…”

She’d arrived 15 minutes early; waiting on the wood slat side platform for Track 1 at the historic Kingston Train Station, her posture as straight as the ornate wrought iron fence separating the station and platform from the gravel parking area.

Senses on high alert, anticipation coursed through her veins, a high stakes infusion, it was as if time ceased; she bent her head back as far as she could to scan the starried night sky – it was spectacularly alight with the promise of magic and new beginnings.

Feeling early October’s first shiver, cold breaking through the crust of her boot soles, she felt the axis of her world shift; allowing the church house stillness and hush of late night to lull her, memory drifted to another early October evening..

…his words, a silken scarf, had softly caressed the lids of  her half closed eyes, had lightly brushed against flushed cheek, gravity drawing them downward to rest upon pounding heart, whispers of promise… 

Walking off the platform for Track one, heading towards the gravel parking lot of historic Kingston Station, she glanced at her watch and smiled – it was 11:40 pm.

17 thoughts on “Time to take off the band aid. It’s a 6.

  1. clark August 22, 2020 / 7:43 pm

    ‘cellent Six*

    * the ‘sharp-angle’ climax (probably not a ‘real’ term in rhetoric), whatever it is for that sense of ‘wait just a gosh darn minute… there was another reference to time, I think I better re-read’)

    nice atmosphere

    Liked ‘church house stillness’ especially effective with the nighttime scene

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    • GirlieOnTheEdge August 22, 2020 / 11:10 pm

      Thank you, Clark.
      Sounds good to me (even if not “real” term, lol) That is what I was going for, the “wait just a gosh darn minute…”

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  2. messymimi's meanderings August 22, 2020 / 8:49 pm

    Her posture as straight as the ornate wrought iron fence — that i can see. She’s made for more that what he offered.

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    • GirlieOnTheEdge August 22, 2020 / 11:17 pm

      I knew you would be able to 🙂
      She most certainly is. Much more.

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  3. Pat B August 22, 2020 / 10:46 pm

    I had the same conclusion as Frank. Perhaps there was a broken promise in the past. Intriguing SSS.

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    • GirlieOnTheEdge August 22, 2020 / 11:39 pm

      There was something in the still of that night, the solitude and expanse of the sky that provided a profound clarity.

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  4. D. Avery @shiftnshake August 23, 2020 / 3:06 pm

    Liked how you sandwiched the story with time and place, her headed back towards the parking lot in time to save herself from meeting him. Again.

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  5. The Vintage Toy Advertiser August 23, 2020 / 4:46 pm

    Good for her; her wrought-iron stiffness, her awareness of the spectacle of the night sky, and as time ticked down to the rendezvous, the cold “breaking through the crust of her boot soles”… oh yes, for sure she got cold feet! And who would have known a gravel parking lot could offer so much freedom at the eleveth hour?
    Love this six so much, D, bravo!

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    • GirlieOnTheEdge August 23, 2020 / 10:55 pm

      It was the perfect setting for an impromptu, totally unintentional “soul search”. Her body told her the right thing to do. She put her trust in her body 🙂
      Thank you, V!

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  6. UP August 24, 2020 / 8:40 am

    Good for her! And good six

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