Jillian Chantal

Tuesday again!! Time for some words!  This week the authors of TT are writing to a photo prompt. We are limited to 300 words. I have 288. 🙂 I picked the baby bonnet.  Still working on the train story here. Slow as a snail…..

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“No, but you have to admit, it’s a little weird to have someone get on the train every day in a weird costume. It’s a bit early for Halloween.”

“Tell you what. I could use your help and will tell you all you want to know. Can we meet for lunch or coffee?”

I knew he’d paid me some odd compliments, but I was under no illusion this was a request for a date. I was also pretty leery about him. After all, what did I actually know about him other than his penchant to dress up and the fact I’d seen him get arrested. And that was the part that scared me most. “I don’t get a long lunch break where I work and I have to get the train home as soon as I am off.” That wasn’t actually the truth. Often, I would take time after work to go to the bookstore and take the later train home, but I wasn’t going to share that information with him.

“I saw a couple of empty seats close to the back of the next car. He turned and pointed. “See that woman holding the little girl with the knitted bonnet? The seats are right behind them. Maybe we can talk there.”

“What’s wrong with my normal car?”

“You’ll understand when I can talk without fear of being heard.”

I crossed my arms. “What about the lady with the baby? I’m sure she has ears under that beanie she has on. What if she hears?”

He shrugged. “She won’t matter.”

“But someone in that car I just left will?”

The man actually reached out and touched me lightly on the nose with his index finger. “Bingo. Smart girl.”