Ghosts to Carry, Stories to Keep
Where memory meets the page, one moment at a time.
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Two-wheel traveller, occasional worker, and quiet recorder of old moments. Writing vignettes, short pieces, and poetry about past lives, daily routines, and the space between memory and place.
Tag: Train Travel
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So I stood by the door, doing my best to look as though this was how I preferred to travel.
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The occasional tannoy announcement — delivered in a tone that suggested I should already know what was being said — drifted across the platform.
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Then there were the plastic seats — back-to-back rows that discouraged comfort and punished optimism. I tried one once, briefly, before realising they were designed for people who had already given in.