This is a short story that I wrote hope you like it.

Lost by CreativArtStudios


I can hear the sound of coins hitting the floor. My coins. I bend down to collect them while trying to avoid being stepped on by the ocean of strangers. After I gathered my money I could not see my parents anymore. Didn't they notice that their daughter is lost? Caught in the ever flowing tide of people. The smell of train smoke stops me from being able to detect my mother’s strong perfume. What should I do? Do I stay where I am or do I look for help? I do neither.

Three. Three cities that the trains are traveling to. One. A one and the three chance that I'll board the right train. Chicago, New York, or St. Louis. Where should I go? “New York” I tell the ticket vender. Now that I have my ticket in board the train and relax a little. The train starts to move and upon taking my seat there is crinkling sound that comes from my yellow coat. Reaching into the its pocket I pull out a crumpled piece of paper. Curiosity takes over while opening up the paper. “Train 55 ticket to Chicago at 10:45 am.” ”I already had a train ticket!?” I exclaimed loudly. “How could I have been so forgetful?”