It's always good to bring a slower friend with you on a hike.

If you happen to come across bears,

the whole group doesn't have to worry. Only the slowest in the group do. That was the lesson
they were about to learn that day.
He sat staring at the person in the train stopped at the station going in the opposite direction.
She sat staring ahead, never noticing that she was being watched. Both trains began to move
and he knew that in another timeline or in another universe, they had been happy together.
Her eyebrows were a shade darker than her hair. They were thick and almost horizontal,
emphasizing the depth of her eyes. She was rather handsome than beautiful. Her face was
captivating by reason of a certain frankness of expression and a contradictory subtle play of
features. Her manner was engaging.
There are different types of secrets. She had held onto plenty of them during her life, but this
one was different. She found herself holding onto the worst type. It was the type of secret that
could gnaw away at your insides if you didn't tell someone about it, but it could end up getting
you killed if you did.