She can hear the train in the distance. Too far to bother her yet, as she walks along the tracks. She’s not suicidal, but this adrenaline rush as she picks her way through the railroad ties in the dark brings her back each night.

No stars are out tonight, and only a tiny sliver of the moon is visible in the sky. The metal of her flashlight is cold in her hands, but she never turns it on. The dark is so peaceful. The train is closer now; she skips off the track and towards home, already excited for tomorrow.