Would this train ride never end?

William stared out the window at nothing much, just as he’d been doing for days. He knew travelling from New Jersey to San Francisco by train would be grueling, but he was not prepared for the monotony of Kansas, Nebraska, Ohio, ad nauseum.

And then there was the smelly brat and its ridiculous gum-popping mother sitting directly across from him. The child looked to be around six or seven and was not yet potty-trained. Either that, or it farted an awful lot. Occasionally the mother put down her Dirty, Filthy Secrets magazine to take it to the restroom, but not nearly often enough. The only thing that kept William’s sanity in check was knowing his beloved Solange would be awaiting his arrival at the train station in San Francisco. And then they would be married.

It was love at first sight for both of them. Well, almost. William became smitten with Solange nearly a year ago, on their first date. He’d taken her to Dante’s on Pier 39 for dinner. There were a million things that endeared her to him: the way her hazel eyes sparkled when she looked at him, the way her long black hair swirled down her back, her refreshing independence and self-reliance, dry sense of humor…Solange was everything he’d dreamed of in a woman.

It took a bit longer for Solange to fall for William, but he chalked it up to her playing hard to get, being cautious, or, perhaps it was simply part of being an artiste. He still wasn’t quite sure what exactly her art was, but no matter!  William just thanked his lucky stars that his boss kept sending  him back to San Francisco every month.

William stopped a crew member who was passing by. “How long ‘til we reach San Francisco?”

The man calculated in his head. “You got about four hours to Los Angeles, from there, you got probably another 10 hours.”

“I see, “William sighed. “Thank you.”

Less than 24 hours!


The next day in San Francisco…


Will this guy never finish up?

Solange was employed at one of the city’s most prestigious brothels, Le Chat Château, which catered to the world’s most prominent men. As such, Solange considered herself more of an artiste than a courtesan since she had, after all, raised her profession to an art form.

Finally, her client’s session had come to its natural conclusion, and Solange took a break with her friend and fellow artiste, Yvette de la Sol.

“Got a light?” Yvette asked with a Gauloises dangling from her plump magenta lips.

Solange lit Yvette’s cigarette and then her own. She inhaled deeply and blew the smoke out slowly with a sigh.

“Is something wrong?”

“I dunno.” Solange shrugged. “You ever get that weird feeling like you’re forgetting something?”



Susan Marie Shuman/ SusanWritesPrecise

7 thoughts

    1. You do know this would make a great movie, right? I can see Jessica Biel as Solange and Rebel Wilson as Yvette. We need some annoying for the mother… Kristin Wiig…. I love her. But, who to play William???

      In 1951 my grandmother took me on the train from Sacramento to Oakland and then across the bay on a ferry boat for a weekend in The City. That’s what everyone in Sacramento called SF, with proper reverence. We went to Funland at the beach, sat in a radio show audience, and of course went to Fisherman’s Wharf. We ate in a restaurant probably very much like Dante’s, there are so many Italian restaurants in SF. She bought me a little metal Fisherman in the Yellow Slicker with a fishing pole with fish dangling. Nice memories.

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      1. Hah! Perfect. I love Rebel Wilson as Yvette! How about Justin Bieber as William? Hee! Or Johnny Depp. Fun to think about. Glad my little story brought back some nice memories for you. I love SF too.

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      2. Actually The Bieb is an excellent choice. He is actually a good actor. Just like Britney Spears is a fine actress, did you ever see her on How I Met Your Mother?


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