"Cynth?"
"Yeah?" Cynthia had just returned from the restroom and had been a bit embarassed when she'd seen Marc waiting for her outside.
The train was still delayed by a considerable amount and she was slightly worried that life was orchestrating the entire thing. Could life delay trains?
She'd left Marc with the timetable. She figured she could trust him with that.
"Those men. They don't look too friendly to me."
Cynthia glanced over; sure enough, they were there. Their insignia emblazoned onto their jackets and guns in holsters. They'd found her.
YOU ARE READING
Working Progress
ActionA story about a girl whose life doesn't seem to give her any answers, and where life itself wants to control her. Needless to say she tries to rebel against it's plan for her.
