Where the Tracks Go

‘I thought you said it was this one. I’m sorry.’ A freight train passed. ‘Which one are we waiting for?’
‘The one to Krakow.’ He smiled at her. ‘Bet there weren’t many back then who got off at the wrong stops.’
‘I don’t think there were many right stops either. You know the saying; all roads lead to Rome.’
‘Yeah.’
‘Where do all tracks lead to?’
He thought for a moment.
‘Crewe. All trains lead to Crewe.’
Rome was a much better place than Krakow, Auschwitz, or Crewe.
Maybe trains weren’t the best way to travel.
They hitched a lift.