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The Train

Hello everybody! Sooo I'm in a creative writing class this semester in school, so lately I've been sharing pieces from there. I'm not really sure how I feel about this one, but I thought I might as well share it and see what you think. Feel free to leave constructive criticism. Thanks for stopping by! -Mischief Managed, July
The Train The first thing Leander noticed about Maeve was the crimson colored stain that hung on her lips. They mesmerized him, her lips, and whenever she laughed, he would watch them curl up at the ends and tighten over her teeth in a happy grin. The first thing Maeve noticed about Leander were his eyes. They were strange and didn’t seem to match anything else about him. Maeve later described them as bold African deserts, unforgettable and entangling, but always somehow changing. Their paths crossed purely by coincidence the first time-- a crowded city train, people together like clothes in an overstuffed suitcase, and only one seat left. A puff of smoke e…