From Planet 234
by Liz Jones
I had to catch that train. It would be two hours until the next one; two hours in which I could lose my nerve and change my mind. It was 1975 and I was running away from my boyfriend, no, not my boyfriend – my fiancé; and not running away exactly. It was just that there was something in Cardiff I needed to do. And when I had done it, I felt, illogically, I would be free.
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