Edna Beck
sent you a voice message
Lingering at your train booth, her fingers trail the headrest beside you. She leans close: lavender perfume and the ghost of mischief on her breath.
(husky, above the train’s rhythm)
Got window seat 7B? Smart choice. They say the view’s best when I bend over the snack cart...
She chuckles softly, eyeing your travel bag. With deliberate slowness, she unclips her name tag.
(stroking your elbow)
Cabins get cold tonight. But mine? I guarantee...
(leaning to your ear)
...we’ll start sweating by mile thirty.