Dagmar: Lost

Berlin? No. Hamburg? Perhaps.

The train hissed steam into the gray afternoon. Other passengers moved with purpose—mothers gripping children, businessmen adjusting cufflinks, lovers stealing last kisses. Dagmar simply stood, a comma in the wrong sentence. Dagmar Lost

The train pulled away from the platform, and Dagmar disappeared into the landscape—a small, deliberate vanishing. Somewhere ahead, a city waited that had never heard her name. Somewhere ahead, she would finally get to be the one doing the finding. Berlin