January 17/365

She stood in a room full of trains. Not the little model trains that family friendly restaurants use to delight small children, but full-sized engines and cars, steam and diesel, towering over her in a room that seemed to go on and on. Gas lights flickered on brick walls. “How can a room full of engines be so quiet?” she thought. There was a pile of luggage next to one of the cars. Two old-fashioned steamer trunks were buried with nylon backpacks, three little round hat boxes, and a huge carpet bag. “All that is missing is a cage full….”