She was jolted awake by the sharp squealing of train wheels and the smell of coffee. Removing the mask, she rubbed her eyes and glanced around her new environment searching for something familiar. She was sitting in a dimly lit, luxurious train compartment that was gently rocking back and forth, mesmerizing her with its charm, yet filling her with alarm. She ran her hand across the velvet brocade seat and found her old dependable backpack. Hugging it like a security blanket, she prayed that she was just dreaming.
Carnevale Masks
She gently unfolded the tissue to reveal an amazing, beautiful, elaborate mask. Holding it up she was face to face with a part of her Aunt Sam’s life.
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