Jazz Age USXUK by megalomaniacal-dream, literature
Literature
Jazz Age USXUK
Emerald eyes gazed out the window. Before him was the beautiful scenery people boasted of, but he had long since lost interest. It was getting late and he was nearing his fourth hour on the train. He cleared his throat to catch the passing attendant's attention.
"Pardon me," his accent caught her off guard. "when will we be arriving?"
The attendant checked her watch then looked back to the emerald eyed man. "We should be arriving in just under an hour, sir."
He said his thanks before returning his gaze out the window. Thirty minutes passed before he sat straighter in his chair. The scenery had changed. Instead of the never ending fields an