In response to Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers!
Elizabeth made the final steps to the edge of the train platform as the pressure and noise in her head grew louder and louder. Tears dripped from her eyes that she didn’t bother to wipe away. Her life had meant nothing. She had been a disappointment and burden to her family since her birth. Unnoticed and in the way at the same time.
The train was coming. She saw it round the curve. Not much longer now. She stepped closer. The roar was deafening. It was so close she could feel the heat from the engine. Just one more step and then…nothing….
Suddenly, a strong arm wrapped around her chest, pulling her back. Elizabeth was astounded to see a much older woman standing behind her.
“No, my darling.” She had the sort of voice that sang lullabies and read bedtime stories that sent children off to the sweetest dreams. “There’s more for you yet.”
She smiled at her, then departed the platform, leaving Elizabeth to stand there, dazed, watching the train go by.