This week the prompt word is: Steam.
Her heart was in her throat. She could feel it pulsing in her fingertips. Would he remember her? Would she recognize him? And then all the noise of sad departures and happy homecomings receded because through the clouds of steam there he was - smiling as wide as the world to see her.
It appears you've written the other side of my story for this week's FSF! And it was quite by accident!
ReplyDeleteVery interesting!