Seein’ Alla Nay-Chuh Outta Window

Clutching my plastic green suitcase I climbed onto the train, pretending that I was a sophisticated lady as I placed my white-gloved hand into the porter’s. “An’ where we travelin’ to today, miss?” he asked, reaching for my ticket. “All the way to Stockton, sir,” I replied, straightening my ruffled dress and hitching my sagging…