Violet Percival

Waiting for the train, you hear thunder... it appears to be far off still. You look up - across the platform stands a young woman with the fairest complexion. A porcelain doll in blue jeans and a sweater, you think. You feel the first drop of rain, then the second... the train is pulling into the station juat in time. The train squeals as it comes to a stop... where you both enter from opposite aides of the train.
You watch her brush some raindrops off her sweater. She looks up...