A little while later Judy sat nervously in the train. She gazed out of the dusty window and looked up at the sky where dark clouds were gathering with a promise of impending rain. She sat, nervously screwing up a handkerchief between her hands, wondering if she had done the right thing.
The train clanked and squealed as it drew out of the station, building itself up to a steady pace rumbling along the old worn tracks. Too late now, Judy thought and sat back in the seat, trying to enjoy the hour long journey that took her out of the busy city and through prettier countryside.
Judy felt thankful that there were not many stops along the way. She had chosen a quiet carriage and did not feel in the mood for small talk with other passengers.
Judy felt tired and dozed for part of the way, lulled by the rhythmic sounds of the moving train. She awoke however with a start as it came to a standstill at her journey's end. Looking out of the window everything seemed grey and blurry due to the storm, but from what she could see there was nobody on the small platform.
As Judy alighted onto the platform she felt disappointed that Linda was not there waiting. Looking up she noticed the station clock flip over showing 7.24pm, and she frantically looked around for somewhere to wait where Linda would easily find her.
Luckily there was a station café; small yet serviceable, with only a couple of other people in it. She went up to the counter and ordered a Cappuccino for herself. The coins clinked together as she dropped them into an awaiting hand of the assistant.
Judy carried her drink over to a table and sat down in one of the rather uncomfortable red plastic chairs, thinking I hope Linda hasn't forgotten. She tried phoning, but there was no reply.