We were having a look-see, a stroll, a promenade without the strut ... not yet a lumber or a plod or even a trudge ... we were roaming ... spring in o...r step. Not necessarily marching, parading or prancing, we were taking a tour ... traipsing.We were gussied up. A guaranteed, warranted, and authorized pair of teenagers. The elders said we passed our authenticity test. We were pre 1823 and looked it. Slightly smudged, a little dusty but in period. Couldn’t call our outfits costumes because there. The same time, same train and of course the same bored commuters. Come with me on the train and share my moment.The 8.05 train opened it’s doors and we all shuffled on, most people trying in their institutionalised manner to get the same seat they had occupied for the last 30 years of their working life. Man with briefcase with rip in it sitting on the second seat to the left of the toilet, woman who obviously only owned one colour of blouse’s sitting three seats up from him, olive skinned. Their written words dripped from her imagination onto her lips like honey. She was mesmerized by the thought provoking words of Hemingway’s novel Man and Sea. In her imagination, she could almost hear Hemingway narrating the story for her. The tone and infliction of his voice upon his chosen words called to her deep in her mind as she cuddled up in the lounge chair. She fell into the captivating spell of the written word as she devoured every consonant and vowel that made up the classic. . really good together," she said. Regan smiled her thanks but didn't get the chance to speak before the girl was out of the room with door closing behind her."You're home early," Rita said to her husband as she led the trio of women into the house. Robert frowned and threw a surreptitious glance toward Ashlyn. She had complained about the heat, about the course, about using borrowed clubs and about a dozen other things during their time golfing. Rather than play another nine holes, they had.