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Surprise Train Ride
Cassandra Ulrich
Pulling out of the station to leave
the bland colored building behind, my dad and I embarked on an unknown
adventure to an undisclosed location. When we’d first arrived in a taxi, Dad
bought the tickets and convinced me not to glance at the schedule board. Since
I sat on the bench with Mozart blasting in my ears, I didn’t even hear the
announcer blurt out the destination. Dad stood, and with back straight and head
held high, he always seemed to stand taller than his 5’7” stature. Following
Dad’s lead, I descended the stairs to the tracks and slipped into the train,
backpack in hand. I always felt safe whenever he led the way, keeping a careful
eye on the passengers. No one dared mess with his baby girl. We plopped into
the first spare seats we found. I stared out the window and waited for the train
to start on its way.
In minutes, combinations of reds,
greens, oranges, yellows, and plums caught my attention with their vibrancy. I
couldn’t pull away, not even when my dad tapped me on the shoulder. Still glued
to the landscape flitting by, I removed my ear buds to listen to whatever he
thought so important that he dared interrupt my euphoric experience. He
chuckled softly. He understood what I saw, what I felt as I gazed on the beauty
outside our window. He’d spent years during my childhood teaching me about
leaves and ants and bees. I hoped he knew how special those times were to me.
Chestnut horses frolicked in the
distance across browning tufts of grass. One of them stopped near the fence to
exchange friendly greetings with a black sheep who’d strayed from his flock.
Neither paid attention to the hawk that glided over some evergreens, but my
eyes followed that magnificent bird.
“Want some libation?” asked my
father. Only a bartender from the 70s would dare use the word “libation.”
“Sure.” I didn’t look away from the
window, not wanting to miss anything at this fast speed. “Dad, where are we
going?” I couldn’t imagine any place more beautiful than what I witnessed
before me.
He grinned. “Does it matter?”
More red leaves and some yellow
bushes sped by. “No, the journey is what matters now. Thanks for this.”
“You’re welcome,” he replied and
fell quiet so I could enjoy the scene. He knew it wouldn’t be long before I’d
be forced to continue this journey of life without him.
Yeah, it’s the journey that counts,
with its adventurous beauty.
Now Presenting….
Will the determined and sometimes sassy Kressa let
rich bad-boy Brad into her heart, or will their families manage to keep them
apart?
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