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Solo, she thought. Not lonely. There was a difference.

Here’s a piece of original content based on the phrase — interpreted as a short story / character sketch. Title: Molly, Kit, Solo

"Shh," Molly whispered, sliding into the window seat. "We're solo now. Just us."

Kit's tiny claws kneaded the carrier's mesh. Molly unlatched the door, and he bolted onto her lap, curling into a tight, vibrating ball. She rested her chin on his furry head.

A restless young woman, her anxious cat, and a solitary overnight train ride through the Pacific Northwest.

Then she smiled. Small. Private. A solo smile — the best kind.

The 11:59 PM Cascades train was nearly empty. Molly shoved her duffel into the overhead rack, then unzipped the soft-sided carrier at her feet. Inside, Kit — a grey tabby with eyes like cracked green glass — let out a low, offended mrrrow .

She whispered to Kit: "We're going to make it."