She hadn’t visited her sister for some time and was really looking forward to it.
When the day came, she still hadn’t made up her mind about how she would get there. It would have to be the train or the bus. She pored over the timetables several times. She preferred the bus. It was a long journey, with all the stops of course, but the ride was a far more interesting one. The view from the bus as it travelled through several towns meant that there was a better variety of scenery. Not only that, she found that the seating was more comfortable. It goes without saying, the train is much faster. It cuts about twenty minutes off the trip. Little did she know that her decision regarding her mode of transport was absolutely crucial.
Had the timing not been a factor when making the choice, she would have gone on to finish her studies and graduate with a degree in Software Engineering, married the man she had recently met at the tennis club, taken the job in the safety division of the city’s transport department, had three children, owned two cats, taken up jewellry making as a hobby, received several awards for the work she did in developing software systems for effective rail safety management, learned how to bungee jump, and become a regular volunteer with the local animal rescue shelter.
However… she took the train.
