The hard jerk from the tight luggage rack snapped the handle, dry wood cracking on a scalding January morning. Jana's sandal upper chose that moment to part with the sole. Sliding her heel kept the sole on her foot. Hauling the suitcase by the broken strap, half skating, Jana detrained graceless and clumsy. Smiles bounced around her struggle down the platform. Jana snapped opened her suitcase, fished out runners and tossed the sandals in the Feed Me! bin. A room, a part time job in a dining h...
Published on February 01, 2010 05:58