Postcard from Isleworth

Maida let a tear run down her face as she sat on the train that would take her back to the place she knew she'd be trapped in forever. Her sight blurred as the train approached its destination. "The next station is Isleworth". She stood up and, with trembling feet, headed towards the door. She tried to hold firmly to the iron bars as the machine slowed down. Her head felt heavy. A halt. As she stepped out of the train onto the foamy air, she passed out.