Train Journey
No excitement— slow rotation… wheels slip brake shoes, dynamic motors grumble— pulse; carriages exhale in a rush of grit and dust. Un-tethered the silvered eel dissolves into the black-circle of enchantment— screaming with fright.
Within the train Sway— rattle— bounce. We sit Rae and me, knees barely apart— our thoughts blended silence.
Arnfinn © 2018
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