As he stood there in the darkness, watching the train, he felt her standing beside him, all too close. Then he felt her right hand slip into his left.
“Wha-. Wha-“ he stammered.
“Sssh,” she whispered. “Just hush.”
They stood there, watching the train cars rumble by in the dim light. He wasn’t sure if the sound of the train or the blood roaring in his ears was louder. He was very conscious of the softness of her hand, the wisps of her hair blown against his cheek by the passing train, the pounding of his heart.
After an eternity and after just a few moments, the caboose passed them and the night returned to stillness.
Wow – what a rich scene described in so few words!
Thank you, Jeff!