elizabeth-heart

Janet shivered in the cold and buttoned her coat as she headed for home. It had been a long, rough day at the warehouse she worked at and she just wanted to go home and get off her aching feet. She followed the same road she'd walked every night for three months and didn't think anything of what little light there was from the streetlights that were on the verge of burning out. A train passed loudly overhead on old tracks that should have been torn down years ago, yet were somehow left standing. The screeching and grinding of the metal would have been nearly deafening to most people, but Janet had lived in this area for so long that she coul