All the Happily-Ever-Afters by Ellen Eigner

She stands on the train station platform, golden locks blowing in the wind as the steam from the train billows about her.  She strikes a model’s pose and awaits.  You’ve met her before, I’m sure.  A rugged handsome stranger in a flannel shirt says, “Are you Heather?” “Yes,” she says. “Here, I’ll take your bag,”...