A Story - Part three: An end (Archived)

Part three: An end

Anne found her seat on the train. She always had travelled around a lot. That was okay though. She liked travelling.
As she sat on the train she watched the young couples whisper and giggle, the old couples talk happily and the families pull faces and wave at people. Anne smiled.
She still remembered her family. Her friends. But they were slipping away from her. When she tried to reach out, they fell further and further from her grasp. It was so long ago now. When it all happened. The night that changed her life. Anne had lost everything. Everything she loved, everything she cared about in that explosion. That was probably why she had found it so difficult performing this case. Anne stifled her tears, stifled her soul.
But it got her money, much needed money too. It kept her busy too. She liked busy, busy was good, it helped her forget.
The rattle of the refreshments trolley brought her back to her senses. She bought a paper. On the front was the headline LEADING PROFESSOR FOUND DEAD UNDER ‘SUSPICIOUS’ CIRCUMSTANCES. What a coincidence? she thought, a sardonic smile playing across her face. She did warn him.
And as the train pulled out of the station, the solid landscape turning liquid as it pours, her thoughts were diverted again. She couldn’t help but wonder. All those innocent lives lost yesterday. All for personal gain. Personal gain was all this world cared about any more.
And to think that she had inflicted the same pain on so many others that she had experienced for herself. A tear escaped. Only one, but it was a tear all the same.


The end.
For now…