A shiny green engine spits hissing steam into the crowded station. Amber fire glows deep within its belly reminding me of the magical dragon in my favourite picture book.
‘Just one toy,’ mother told me when I stowed it safely at the bottom of my small leather case. She folded my clothes and placed them on top. ‘What a lovely holiday you’ll have in the countryside,’ she had said, smiling. But I could tell that she was sad.
I clamber aboard the dragon train amid a sea of excitable children, labels pinned to our jackets, gas masks swinging about our necks.
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