Marie Of Euston Station - Dublin

Last Monday I missed the 1:25pm United flight from Dublin to Newark. All my fault. I got lost between terminals 1 and 2. It happens, but United rebooked my flight for tomorrow without offering free accommodations other than the inner security open 24 hours after day. I had seen several travelers stretched out on the stone floor three moons before. there was another option and I called Mollie Rainforest, a photographer for the Trans Gender Festival. she hadn't any room, but contacted Harry, the director of PUPPY GIRL LOVE. He happily agreed to share his 4 star hotel room. Great news, although I had to kill time, since he had a meeting with his producers. Years ago a few hours in a pub was an easy solution. I've been off my drink for over four years. Sober all of them. The hotel the Ashling across the River Liffey had a warm lobby that afternoon. Sunny outside and I crossed the river to the Victorian train station. The sun bright on the tidal stream. Tea. Irish tea. My Nana made a wicked cup of tea. Milky and sweet. I entered the station. The first time in al ost thirty years. Last time with Ty Spaulding heading back to Galeay to catch a bus to Cliften and then a car down to Bally oneeley. The station wss unchanged save for the digitaldepature board and themodrrn cafes. A train was leaving for the West.I walked T o a sandwich shop. A old woman sat with an empty tea cup on the table along with a cigarette butt smoked to the quick. Our eyes met with recognition. She was younger than me. Almost the same age. We knew the last century. She played with a strand of brown gray matted hair