Jillian Chantal

It’s Tuesday Tales day again. I am still in my story set on the train. I’m moving very slowly in this as I am not feeling it.  I have picked up where I left off a few weeks ago. The word we are writing to is evil. It’s kind of how I feel about this story- it is kicking my rear.

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“What’s going on, Jane?” Martin asked. “Why are you standing there?”

“I was going to the restroom, but I see someone just went in. I guess I’ll sit back down and wait.”

“There’s another one at the other end of the car. Go use that one.”

What could I do? I couldn’t look like an idiot and insist on not going to one as opposed to the other. Resigned, I turned and trudged toward the one at the back of the car. Dang it, I needed to get a closer look at that guy. It was driving me crazy trying to figure out where I’d seen him before.

Once I was alone in the lavatory, I leaned on the sink and stared at myself. Think, think, think. What was familiar about that lumberjack? What was it?

Giving up, I flushed the toilet—just in case someone was standing outside—Weird quirk of mine.

I opened the door to step out and ran right into the lumberjack. Taking a step back, I looked him in the face. “You. It’s you.”

He winked. “I saw you giving me the stink eye and when you started toward me, I know you were headed to confront me, so I went into the area in front of the facilities.” He shook his head. “Imagine my chagrin when you went the other way.”

“What are you playing at?”

Shrugging, he grinned. “I don’t know what you mean. I’m not playing at anything. I am very seriously doing my job?”

“What kind of job causes you to ride trains in disguise? Something evil, I’m sure.” A thought popped in my head. “Are you a train robber?”