Vixen - Jia Lissa - Travelling Alone Site

When the brakes sighed and the doors opened onto the unfamiliar platform, they stepped off together. Two women travelling alone. Carrying different ghosts. Headed, for one night, in the same direction.

Jia turned from the window. For the first time in weeks, she looked another woman in the eyes without performing. Without choreographing her expression. “And what’s your story?” Vixen - Jia Lissa - Travelling Alone

Jia’s first instinct was to lie, to perform the polite shield every woman learns to carry. But the rhythm of the tracks had loosened something in her chest. “Is it that obvious?” When the brakes sighed and the doors opened

A flush crept up Jia’s neck. She righted the novel—some pretentious thing she’d bought at a station kiosk—and set it aside. “Maybe I like watching the world go backwards.” for one night