Part 2042 – One Ticket To Henspence??

Robin ran to the train station. It wasn’t exactly located right next door to The Red Envelope, but he didn’t care.

He ran all the way there.

Down sidewalks.

Through crowds.

Past parked cars.

Past cars waiting at stop lights.

Around cars trying to get through the intersections.

Through green lights.

Through red lights.

Past stop signs.

And all the while he thought of Isellta.

His face.

His voice.

His gentleness.

His curiosity.

His complete lack of scent.

His touch.

Every thought spurred Robin onward.

To keep running.

Faster.

Faster.

If he could fly, he would have flown.

‘sellta.

I just wanna be with you.

His feet pounded on the pavement.

His heart pounded in his chest.

Their rhythms were out of sync.

Out of alignment.

One tried to outpound the other.

He couldn’t tell which.

He didn’t focus on it.

He thought of his destination.

He thought about Isellta.

And he ran all the way to the train station.

***

Robin entered the train station, feeling completely buzzed and out of breath. His nerves were haywire. His leg muscles felt like they were one good stretch from snapping in half and into quarters.

He staggered over to the ticket counter.

“Can I help you, sir?” asked the cashier.

Robin spread his hands on the counter and bowed his head.

‘sellta.

‘sellta.

‘sellta.

“Sir?”

Robin held his index finger up in the universal “one minute” signal.

“Are you okay? Do you need help?”

“Ticket…to…Hens…pence…”

“Very well, sir. And how were you going to pay for—-”

He slapped Raven’s credit card on the counter and resumed trying to catch his breath.

‘sellta.

‘sellta. I’m here at the train station, waitin’ to get a ticket. I’ll be there. I’ll be there soon.

I love you.

You dumb stupid fey.

I love you.

“I’m sorry, sir, but we’re going to need a driver’s license or some other form of picture ID.”

Robin raised his head. “I ain’t got my wallet with me. If I gave you Raven’s phone number and you spoke to him, would that be good ‘nough?”

The cashier pushed her wire rimmed glasses up the bridge of her nose. “Welllll, that isn’t our normal protocol.”

“Can you make an exception?”

“Welllllll, I’m not supposed to make any exceptions.”

“You don’t unnerstand. This is literally a matter of life and death. Mostly death. My…” He took a deep breath and exhaled. “My—my boyfriend ain’t doin’ well. He’s in Henspence. He’s dyin’. Please. I gotta go to him. I ain’t got any cash on me. I need to go to him. It’s…it’s my fault he’s there in the first place. If I hadn’t been so rotten mean to him, he’d be here with me. We’d be at Am’rose’s weddin’ reception. I’d be with him. My ‘sellta. My pretty, lovely ‘sellta. Please. Please help me.”

The cashier took off her glasses and cleaned the lenses. “I’ve heard a lot of sob stories over the years. Never heard one from a gay guy before. It’s a strange and novel experience.”

“What? You just gonna sit there and make fun of me? Fine. I don’t care. Don’t need your freakin’ help. I can do this on my own. I’ll just run there. Bye.” He turned and ran out the door.

‘sellta.

He looked up at the night sky.

The door opened behind him. “Hold on there.” the cashier said.

He turned around.

“Are you seriously going to run from Pinkerlee to Henspence?”

“What other choice I got? You ain’t gonna take my card. So—”

“Now, hold on. Wait. Come inside with me. I’ll call my manager and we’ll see what we can do. Okay?”

He nodded and followed her back inside.

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