Last Stop

train station

train station (Photo credit: nolifebeforecoffee)

As the rails of the train clicked and clacked, Christopher watched his young daughter play with her doll. She had her mother’s playful smile-that shy, playful smile that had smiled at him as they said their vows; that same smile that giggled with shyness later that wedding night. He had no idea his shy bride would turn out to be a freak in the bedroom after Christina was born. At first Christopher did not question his timid wife’s new boldness and just went along for the ride, but as the new clothes, odd phone calls, mysterious appointments started affecting their daughter, he started digging. It wasn’t just one man, it wasn’t just an affair. She was sleeping with multiple men, doing unspeakable things with them.

Christopher let out an audible sigh of grief.

Christina looked up from brushing her doll’s hair, “Are we there yet?”

“Soon, baby, soon,” Christopher responded exhausted. The argument had taken its toll. Rebecca blamed everything on him. Had he not been a good husband, a good father?! She even had the audacity to claim Christina wasn’t his before she grabbed the wheel. Christopher just couldn’t believe it. He was there for her delivery; the doctor handed her to him as soon as she was born. She smiled and the whole world stopped in that moment. Christina was his little girl-he just knew it in his soul.

The brakes of the train brought it to a screeching halt with Christopher’s resolution.

“Last stop, Station 42!”

“Do you think mom’s already there?” Christina asked as she grabbed her doll and skipped ahead.

Christopher tried to smile a response; hoping to hide the knowledge of his wife’s affairs praying Christina didn’t remember the argument or the freak accident. Why did Rebecca have to grab the wheel!

“Look its grandma,” the Christina exclaimed as she jumped onto the platform, “But wait–I thought grandma was an angel…”

—318 words—

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FREAK (noun)

1a : a sudden and odd or seemingly pointless idea or turn of the mind

 b : a seemingly capricious action or event
2archaic : a whimsical quality or disposition
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11 thoughts on “Last Stop

  1. Draug419 says:

    Dude….right in the feels. )8 But it’s so good.

  2. Wow. And here I was thinking the evil thought that he was about to abandon her at the station for thinking she really wasn’t his daughter. I didn’t see it coming. Well done!

    Thank you for linking up!

  3. yarnspinnerr says:

    Nicely conceived and narrated 🙂

  4. Jennifer says:

    Wow. I love a good twist, and that is definitely one. Good job.

  5. jannatwrites says:

    Poor girl, sad situation. Great twist at the end!

  6. Tracie says:

    oooh. I did not see that ending coming. Great job.

  7. Christine says:

    Oh, wow – it took me a couple reads to get the whole story, but wow. Great ending, totally unexpected!

  8. I felt the ending pinch my heart. As someone else has said in the comments, the narration of this piece is really effective. Wonderfully done.

  9. I read this as a train ride to heaven, where Christina would not be meeting them, hence her lack of presence with them on the train. Nicely, nicely tone, the overall tone was wonderful, musing, sad, and careful.

  10. Oh, man. Great write. Surprising end. So well done.

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