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The Train at Naught

I wait for the train, sure that it will cross my verandah today. I plan to hop on and leave. Where to, I haven’t thought yet but, surely, somewhere nice. So, I wait alone in the dark place that feels like sitting at the bottom of a huge well. I wonder when it will arrive…

I dread the ever darkening walls, the silence, the loneliness that fills my heart…

I dread the newness of the journey, the unpredictable schedule, the uncertain destination…

I dread that I might not want to return to my life full of certainty…

I dread that the train might decide to go another route and all my preparation might be for nothing…

I dread the hopelessness of my heart…

The train enters my verandah from a door that, in ideal world, is too small. The floor vibrates by the sheer force.

I stand up shaking with anticipation, holding all that I posses tightly against my heart, afraid to lose it when I board. Balancing all of my worldly possessions in my slender arms, I wait for the train to stop, afraid yet expectant at the unplanned journey.

I wave my arms wildly at the train to stop it. It doesn’t seem to be stopping. My heart drumming a double beat, I decide to jump once it slows a little.

It doesn’t. Smoothly, it passes out of the verandah through the opposite wall. Dropping my possessions on the ground, I wake up trembling at the rejection, tears ready to spill…

Author:

I am an Instructional Designer, avid reader, small-town woman and working mother with a fish-eye perspective. I have just published my first book, The Forest Bed and other short stories. If you like my stories on this blog, feel free to Like, Comment, Reblog and Share. You can reach me at shailygrwl@gmail.com or through my Facebook page facebook.com/shailyagrawalwrites/

4 thoughts on “The Train at Naught

    1. Thank you, Pete! It really was a dream. It has been some years but I can’t get it out of my mind. It was beginning to become a memory instead of imagination. So, I threw it out to see if I could get rid of it.

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