You’re not going back, are you.

I hadn’t meant to say it. Not yet anyway. I had meant to save it for later in the trip, after we reminisced about our shared childhood and dozed off to the rocking of the train. I had meant to ruin the peace at the end of our trip, not the beginning of it.

KNEES TOGETHER BY HANNAH LACKOFF 34THPARALLEL MAGAZINE ISSUE 16

When I got on the train that night, …