These seats are not nearly as comfortable as they look, I thought.
I fidgeted in my seat on the train, trying to find a better position. The dull ache in my left thigh that had bothering me for the last week or two returned, though I did my best to ignore it. I positioned my work bag on my lap, placed my coffee cup under the armrest next to me and took out my train ticket. I managed to slide out of my coat, doing my best not to disturb the heavyset man who had sat down next to me.
I had just settled in when I heard the conductor’s voice come over the train’s public address system. Continue reading “Joy Breaking Through Grief”
