Carriage ride Stories

I woke up to the gentle sounds of the train rumbling underneath me. It took me a second to remember where I was. The sun was bright in my face as I sat up in the bed. Putting my feet on the carpet, I grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge and drank it as I recalled the night before. I got up and showered. Letting the water wash over me. I groomed myself for the day and put on a fresh pair of shorts and a golf polo. I f...

I Dan Thomas felt completely adrift. The blazing lights, the blaring jazz, and the buzz brought on by the two or three industrial-strength Hurricanes he had been sipping all throughout the day had clearly lasted well into the evening. For many of the revelers, it was just another Mardi Gras, but for Dan, it seemed like a rebellious celebration of his rebirth. 45 years old, he was celebrating his first year as a free man....