This will be the last Tuesday Tale with this particular story as I have finished it and am polishing it to submit.
Today’s word is Glass. Check out the other posts here.
Idly wishing the waiter had left the bottle of wine but knowing that it wouldn’t be good to have finished it off since she needed her senses about her, she finally flopped down on the bench seat and tried to read the Tatler magazine she’d brought along with her.
Fiona flipped through the pages. It was no good. She couldn’t concentrate. She tossed it to the floor and rose from the bench. She walked over to the window and placed her head on the cool plate glass. It was pitch dark outside but she could see some lights in the distance. Her heart lurched as those lights reminded her that the train would soon be arriving in the city and the Istanbul station. Her skin itched and she knew how a snake must feel as it shed its skin.
Tired of the house arrest and stressed out by the long wait, Fiona turned to the door. She was going to leave the compartment before she went completely insane. If they hauled her to jail, so be it. She turned the handle and flung the door open.
Lady Sarah Marchman stood there with her fist raised as if she were in the process of knocking. Fiona let out a gasp. “Oh my, you scared me. Come on in. I’m glad for the company. I was just going a little stir crazy.”