One last goodbye

It's amazing isn't it? Life. We give in everything we have for who we love. Like here she sat, on this train station still waiting for her Jim to come back to take her home. Years she sat. She grew old and old, but her eyes, still young, still flickered looking for him. She stayed here for ages, knew the train station as if she was part of each wall.

The night overtook and her wrinkles grew intenser. But this time, she felt he would come. Come to take her home.
But just as the night fell, so did her eyes, she kissed Jim one last goodbye.






(Written as a part of Friday fictioneers challege posted by Rochelle Wisoff-fields. For further deatils visit her site here)