Title: Destination:
aimlessly Series: Original
Genre: Drabble
Summary: A trip by train to nowhere .
Notes: Okay, as always I'm not sure what I write, but checking my writings I saw this book that he knew nothing of existence and decided to make such. Just know that there is a train, a person sitting in a seat of one of the carriages of the machine, and a possible unknown destination. Nothing Masy nothing less. Just that and my mind pondering its possible significance.
Destination: aimlessly
Trac-trac, trac, trac, trac-trac "
still numb and somewhat embarrassed by the narrowness of small or gray plastic seat, was waking me nothing restful sleep, helped by the dazzling natural light entering without permission, nor compassion for the gloomy pequeñoy window of rickety train that was traveling, and which already had all night Despite only being able to sleep for a couple of hours.
Trac-trac, trac, trac, trac-trac "
were few passengers who were in my same train, and even fewer were in my car, something that could not strangers in the least. Four cats were solitary and scattered the only ones to bear it the stench, the damage and sad at the same time rarefied atmosphere of the rickety machine.
Trac-trac, trac, trac, trac-trac "
Wearily and after stretching, in which seats left me, as much as possible to stretch my muscles, I spent the minutes to see the landscape. Dried herbs and shrubs shutdown ocher dominate the abandoned place. Not a lonely farmer seemed dwell in the land, and that, strange as it seems, was a relief to my mind.
Trac-trac, trac-trac, trac-trac "
Maybe what we seek to escape and undertake such a lonely journey, was motivated only by a terrible fear and stifling my solitude. Can you hit escape as a way, was a performance of my egoism cobardíay against all those around me, or ever had surrounded me, but if something clear had in mind was not so easily get me to leave like last time. Any fool learns after a failed attempt, and I, above all, he was proud of not holding in my merits stupid title.
Trac-trac, trac, trac, trac-trac "
A rickety train that was carrying passengers inside as ruinous as he. A train where people just habíay people would be in it just to finally reach its ultimate destination. His final stop. A train whose sole purpose was to run without get caught for nothing and nobody, to reach a goal that no one knew what to find and that only a few would , an integer. A train whose destination was unknown to the vast majority of which were, although many of them do not even come to the end.
Trac-trac, trac, trac, trac-trac "
The only thing that did disturb my quiet trip was the opening of the door that was located behind me and communicating with the anterior compartment . A few seconds later a few steps, to my mind full of arrogance, which played by the dirty hallway, and a male figure dressed was dropped on the seat in a couple of rows ahead of me. Looking at me.
Trac-trac, trac-trac, trac-trac "
The hours passed without ceasing. The landscape, though, seemed to be the same every inch that we toured. The newspaper showing the date of the previous day and had read it five times, and inside the train dry spots no-se-knows-what were no longer interested. On the other hand, passengers mysteriously disappear, and that was something that until it affects me, rather I was interested in anything.
Trac-trac, trac, trac, trac-trac "
Do not remember when it was, but the mental and physical exhaustion, coupled with the lethargy of the trip, I passed bill making it at one time or another my eyelids relaxed lazily over my eyes should fall color onyx, dragging my tired mind to the world of dreams, leaving me to see before leaving, the man dressed smiling from his seat.
Trac-trac, trac, trac, trac-trac "
-reaching the end, we won. Finally I've found.
