Love Express

Fares, I’m On Love Express Coming Home – Garden of Roses – 5

She thanks the waiter, discretely checks upon her red lipstick, opens her pack of cigarettes and lits one. Taking a deep breath of the cigarette in, Mariam exhales heart-shaped smoke. She indulges the moment, gazing out of the window. The forest is dense and thick. The smell of fresh pine and fir invades the train wagon. The dose of oxygen urges Mariam to return to Fares.