After dinner, he escorted her back to the main room of the train car. He took off his white coat exposing a white tee shirt underneath. He hung his coat in the closet where the porter stored her bags. He then kicked off his shoes side by side as if he had bent over and placed them there.
“White socks,” She remarked.
“I was in a white mood this morning.”
“I see.”
He turned, walking back to his respective seat. A groan escaped him as he clutched his abdomen.
She watched him. “Are you okay?”
He leaned over his lap. She sat down beside of him rubbing his back. She could feel all of his vertebrae along his spine.
“It will pass.”
“Is there anything you need me to do?”
“No, I will be fine.” He groaned.
She got up, returning to her seat. He stretched out, falling asleep. At some point he opened his eyes. She was still fighting with her book. She had gotten a pen and was making notes as she read.
Poetry & More 
Is this going to be your next story? I hope so.
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Yes.
How did your reading go?
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It’s not till Sunday. I just needed time to write it as I have to talk for 15 minutes, and I am only using one poem in the recitation, so I needed like 1500 more words!I think I have it all together on the written end now- I just need to practice it- as I have like zero experience with public speaking. It is about Compassion- and is a blend of real life experiences with people who showed amazing compassion and poetry so I think I am good.
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Will it be recorded?
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I have no idea- but people are always recording things so probably- just not by me.
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I understand that. You are going to do great.
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