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…
Short Stories | Fish-eye Perspective 