The dream carriageA Story by Haim KadmanMy blog at Goodreads.I was on my way to the train terminal with much
confidence. You must have seen all of you the tempting advertisement about the
innovations of the new first class carriages; plush seats, a rich bar with any
drink you may wish to have, pretty stewardesses; but that luxury is nothing
compared with the dream carriage, it's the utmost desirable entertainment and
pleasure. The train terminal was not crowded and
passengers did not huddle around the ticket cash boxes to my amazement; and
despite the wide publicity I haven't seen many passengers on the platform. The
train was already there with its doors wide open; its passengers must have
boarded it and settled in their seats in the carriages. While walking along the
platform that was desolate all of a sudden I've noticed my destination, it was
the very last carriage, which was taller than the rest. No one welcomed me and
no one checked my ticket. I crossed the door and entered the first floor that
was in fact the train's first class carriage. A staircase led to a second floor
and colorful exciting sign was stuck above its threshold: It was indeed a very exciting moment but I'd no
one to share it with me. I climbed the stairs thoughtful with hardly any
physical effort, as if I was floating on a cloud. This very start encouraged me
very much. I haven't wasted my money I thought satisfied, as the ticket's fare
wasn't cheap at all. I touched the second one and two figures popped
up each one in a different double seat, at some distance from each other. The
nearest to me sat next the carriage window, the farthest sat near the aisle,
touching the third turned the carriage into a real plush one; or was it some
sort of a colorful and transparent cloud that filled it and did not stop to
swirl. I've forgotten all about the background music, so confused and
embarrassed I was. I sent my hand forth to try and touch this cloud to feel its
humid vapors, I didn't feel a thing thus there was no need to worry. I moved
slowly towards the first figure the one next the window and I looked curiously
at her nape. I reached her and sat besides her looking at her face. I didn't
recognize her and I've never seen her before. She did have exquisite features
typical to a plastic doll no doubt, but I didn't dare to touch her to verify if
I'm right. 'Do you prefer that I'll keep my mouth shut and
we would talk with our hands?' She asked putting her plastic hand on my thigh. © Haim Kadman 2013 " all rights reserved. © 2014 Haim Kadman |
StatsAuthorHaim KadmanPetach-Tikva, IsraelAboutProfile: A few words about myself: being a native of a small country whose waist is seventeen kilometers wide in a certain area; and in seven to eight hours drive one can cross its length, I was amaze.. more..Writing
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