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girl at a train station
it was too hot to sleep. I had to get out of my suffocating
apartment. there was no air-conditioning, & the fan had
decided to retire that morning. I walked thru the dark
stillness of the town. the moon appeared briefly from
behind thick clouds, & then hid again, not wishing to reveal
her secrets. as I approached the train station, I saw her. a
slender figure, not overly tall. she wore a trench coat, odd
in this heat. a scarf in grayish tones over her head.
I could make out auburn bangs gracing her forehead. she sat
on a bench in the station, & I needed to get a closer look. I was
able to see the deep walnut of her eyes, before the sadness there
knocked me back. sadness that had no place in that beauty.
but those eyes also spoke a firm warning:
– Don’t talk to me. –
so I sat on another bench, stealing glances, like a love-sick kid.
the train pulled in thru a billow of smoke & fog. The 3 or 4 other
people moved toward it slowly, trance-like. then she boarded.
I decided to board also, maybe I still had a chance. but like a
phantom, the conductor appeared, blocking the door.
he spoke calmly but firmly:
) You are not booked on this train (
I stood there, & watched the train departing,
picking up speed, the clickety-clack echoing…
(Photo: Myrna Loy)
Published 10th Mar 2016
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10th Mar 2016 7:35pm
o O! I love the mysterious intrigue of this.
"...I could not stop for death
so he kindly stopped for me."
Leaves much to the imagination.
Great write.
"...I could not stop for death
so he kindly stopped for me."
Leaves much to the imagination.
Great write.
10th Mar 2016 10:59pm
10th Mar 2016 11:18pm
And now a sad faced man sits on a bench at the train station, flashing warning signs with his own eyes. Waiting for what? We don't know but we know it's not a train.
I Loved it Mr F.
John
I Loved it Mr F.
John
Anonymous
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11th Mar 2016 1:48am
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11th Mar 2016 4:40pm
im gonna finish it off in my mind with the thought that she left her telephone number on the bench.
Great write tho.
Great write tho.
11th Mar 2016 9:47pm
11th Mar 2016 10:09pm
11th Mar 2016 11:19pm
Sir, I feel for you...and for the woman. I am pretty sure "don't talk to me" is a message I send most of the time, even if I'm begging for someone to listen...
12th Mar 2016 6:04am
Gawd you are a master at description! I thought I'd peek in and savor some delight tonight, so glad I did. I'm forever lost in your poetic world. blue angel <3
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30th Dec 2016 11:51am
Mysterious woman, sad and beautiful. Intriguing in her journey on a train to far away places.
Amazing, John, keeps me wanting more....
Amazing, John, keeps me wanting more....
