Trains

A Story by G Warren

A woman boards a train, leaving a young, homeless boy behind.

Brzenska bent down and hugged the little boy with her. Letting go slowly, she stood up and grabbed her bag, her long, blonde hair moving around as she looked around the busy train station.

“Do you have to go?” The young boy asked.

“I do. I have to take this new job, and it’s very far away.” She said.

“But I don’t want to live out here alone anymore...” He said.

“Oh, don’t worry!” Brzenska said, running her hand through his dark hair. “You lived out on your own just fine without me before, right?”

“Right.” The boy said. “Will you come back for me?”

“Oh, of course I will.” She said. A train pulled up at the tracks nearest to the pair “That’s my train! Just keep living at base and I’ll always find you!”

“Okay!” He said. He went up on his tipi-toes and she reached her head down so that he could give her a light peck on the cheek.

Brzenska hopped on the train, waving bye to the boy as she went up. As the doors closed and the train started moving, a tall woman grabbed the arms of the boy. Brzenska looked out the window to wave one last time when she noticed the struggle.

“No!” She shouted. She ran up to the doors and tried to pry them open.

“Hey lady, what are you doing!”

“That’s dangerous!”

Brzenska ignored the train goers calls and continued to pry open the doors until it opened up. The people on the train began to scream. The doors opened to reveal streets and grass.

Brzenska jumped out and the doors quickly shut behind her, catching her hair. She began screaming from the pain, dangling from the train doors.She wrenched at her hair for an eternity before it ripped and she fell onto the set of tracks next to the train.

Brzenska sat and attempted to recollect her thoughts. As she lay on those tracks she faintly heard from the distance a second train. She quickly tried to get up but realized her leg had gotten caught underneath one of the tracks. As she started pulling the train got closer and closer, the noise getting louder and louder. The split second before the train hit her she let out a loud scream.

The conductor on the train had a very confused look on his face. He couldn’t see Brzenska because she was lying on the ground, so conductor didn’t know who had made the sound. He shrugged figuring it was one of the passengers and continued on.

One woman sitting in the very back of the train had been looking outside the window behind her for the entirety of the train ride. As the train zoomed down the tracks the woman noticed a dismantled figure on the tracks. Blood was still pouring out of the body. The body was entirely smashed up, and the skull had been almost flattened. She was dead.