The Places I've Cried in Public by Holly Bourne

This bench is Dot Number One. This is the first
place I ever cried in public.
I close my eyes against the freezing night air. I
feel Past Me rise up, like I’m sitting on my own
ghost. I feel the tears on her face, the shudders of her
back. I reach through time and I whisper to her:
“Oh, Amelie, you haven’t seen anything yet.”
The words turn to frost and float out over the
railway tracks.