Digital Ischemia


The Train Not Taken

Filed under: Shorts — Tags: , , , , , , , , , , — Teepwriter @ 10:45

The feathered pines and fractal, empty broad-leaves passing the train window abruptly lurch away. Land opens, then concrete. There have been other breaks in the afforestation for houses or roads but not this time. This is it. Any moment now. There it is: the glossy firth peeling away from the metal framework holding you and the train from gravity.

The train’s signature snaps into a clunk-clunk, clunk-clunk, reminding you of sections of rail deliberately loosely fitted for flexibility. The firth sparkles but you can’t see the engineering.

In a few more clunks this bridge will be over and the train will halt at the station at the top of the harbour. Is it early? No. Unlikely to get the upper hand with that someone who will have been waiting 20 minutes already.

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