grand central

The train pulled into the station in a gush of steam, hot and smelling of metal. There was a flurry as everyone searched for lost gloves and missing handbags. The children pushed their way along the corridors, scrambling to gather up their suitcases and stuffy winter coats. 

Amy left her novel squashed between two of the cushions.

Nathan left his glasses on the window ledge.

Mrs. Morris left her new lipstick, the dark plum one, in the dusty space beneath the seat but she wouldn’t realize it until the following Sunday when she got dressed to meet Daniel at the fairground.