High Beams

She sat where she was, looking down at her hands folded serenely on lap. She wasn’t looking ahead, but she could still see the high beams headed toward her. They were still distant.

"I can see you," she thought, "but you can’t see me."

It felt ironic to her. Her very invisibility to the world was what had brought her there.

The lights came closer.

She hummed a song.

A warm breeze stirred, making the dry dirt of the road beside the tracks dance in a dirt dirvish.

"I should feel something," she though.

She felt nothing at all.

The high beams were almost blinding now, even though she still couldn’t see them. The train blared its angry horn at her.

She waited for them.

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