“Through this sting was Amor made wiser.
The untiring deceiver
concocted another battle-plan:
he lurked beneath the carnations and roses
and when a maiden came to pick them,
he flew out as a bee and stung her.”
—Gotthold Ephraim Lessing Schadenfreude
“Your ticket Mame?” The conductor asked as I pushed my knapsack further up on my shoulder and started to feel for my ticket in my leather jacket’s breast pocket. I looked around the busy Amtrak platform; everyone was rushing, pulling their wheeled luggage. They were either heading to adventures or home. I was on my way home.
“Sleeping car, down to the left Mame . Is there more luggage?”
“No just this.” He handed back my ticket. I entered the train.
Copyright 2014 Digestible Ink
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