Soledad travelled a great deal. She always asked for a seat facing where the train was heading, to not get sick, she said. In truth, Soledad was scared of definite gestures; she had never been able to say goodbye to a town, a person, a moment. If she was given a seat facing the past, she would go to the cafeteria. She would sit in front of the window and, with her neck turned, would focus on what was coming.

Slowly oblivion erased the names and faces of her past. Soledad realised that she had to keep moving forward because she no longer knew where she was from.

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(Flash fiction entered into renfe competition, 2008, word limit: 99.)