Crossing the bridge

The train is crossing the bridge. Sunlight glides across the floor, onto the seats and the people who are sitting there. Sitting in the last car of the train, is a young woman with a pirate smile staring out the window. A small suitcase in the seat next to her. The train was nearly empty today. Sitting there watching the scenery as they go by, the young woman seem content to be there. Flashes of sunlight shine upon her wonderful clear face now and then. In that face, there's no sorrow, no pain, no discontent. People around her seem to be tense and tiresome. Their faces are a shade of gray. But not this young woman. Even when the train was stuck for twenty minutes. Even when the stuffiness of the train became unbearable. The woman remain untouched. Nothing's able to change her mood.

A few minutes later, darkness covers the window of the train as it pulls into the underground station. You can see her reflection, shinning brightly in the florescent light. The train was barely empty by the time when it finally reaches the last stop. Only four people left. As the announcer begin to talk over the speaker, the young woman got up and walk towards the doors. The train doors open wide with a hissing sound. The young woman step out of the train with her suitcase in one hand, the other covering her mouth as she yawns. She pause for a moment, looking around her, smiling. Her smile grew bigger as she stood there. The she turn her head slowly turn to the left and disappeared, out of sight.