Persephone poured herself a tumbler of elderflower gin to help herself get through the ride home.
The train chugged away from the lush bayous and picturesque plantations which surrounded New Orleans towards a barren, ugly landscape of mines and factories: long, boxy buildings with smoke stacks, and rickety mine shafts shrouded in soot and smog. Persephone had to close the window to keep out of the filthy air which stank of machine exhaust.
The inside of the first class car reminded her of a coffin: dark wood paneling and tables, royal purple velvet curtains and cushions, and brass fittings.Persephone regretted closing the window because the train car had become stuffy and uncomfortably warm. When they had left New Orleans, the weather had been pleasantly cool and crisp but as they chugged closer to Hadestown, it seemed to get hotter and hotter; much too hot for this time of year. She pulled a black lace fan out of her purse to cool herself off with.
"Why the hell is it so hot?" she groaned, the black lace fan fluttering back and forth.
Across the table, her husband picked up the crystal decanter with the black chevron design and poured elderflower gin into one of the matching tumblers.
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Hey Little Songbird-A Hadestown Story
FanfictionThis is the story of Orpheus and Eurydice as told in Anaïs Mitchell's album "Hadestown" and stage adaptation. In depression era New Orleans, young Orpheus and Eurydice fall in love but Eurydice dreams of a better life than the poverty she grew up i...