Train
	The streetlights flicker.  Storm clouds loom on 
the horizon of the deep navy sky.  She walks slightly 
through the night, climbing onto the platform and 
boarding the train.  A rain begins to fall, 
pitter-pattering against the worn aluminum of the 
shelter.  The train door closes, the lights within 
dimming.  The sleek, streamlined silver shape begins to 
slither silently across the tracks.  I watch the train 
depart, then jump across the yellow line, landing on the 
train tracks.  Wordlessly, I sprint after it, my only 
thought that I must catch this train and its passenger 
before it vanishes from my small confined world forever. 
The elements themselves seem to be against me.  The rain 
crashes down more heavily with each stride I take, and 
the wind against me grows stronger.  I strain against the 
inhuman bonds, struggling to keep up with the train.   
Small pellets of hail begin to bounce off my head and 
body.  Finally I slow, and stop, and the taillights of 
the train recede into a dark tunnel, never to return.  I 
try to start moving again, but my limbs seem frozen in 
place.  I turn away, and a stream of warm water runs down 
my cheeks.  The wind dies down, and I walk back to the 
platform through the drizzling rain.  But raindrops 
aren't the only thing falling anymore.