Once a month I post a micro story (a story that is 1,000 words or less). Words are my own. Read and enjoy but don’t copy and pass off as your own.
The green waves rippled widely between frames of windblown hair. 1 hour in and she was already restless. Even this, the fastest train in the world, didn’t feel fast enough.
She wanted to be there now.
Looking out the window again, she longed to swim in the pool of green, lush rice fields that stretched for miles. She would do backstrokes, her face looking up at evening giving into night. Then she’d float down to the muddy bottom…
Only 3 more hours left.