A girl: a train.

A girl, walking along the train tracks: a train, hammering along the train tracks.

A girl, lost in her thoughts, walking along the train tracks: a train, mindlessly fast, hammering along the train tracks.

A girl, lost in her thoughts, train tracks on a mountain pass: a train, fast, train tracks on a mountain pass.

A girl, lost in her thoughts, train tracks, a mountain pass, sun: a train, fast, tracks, pass, sun.

A girl, thoughts, tracks, pass, sun, trees: a train, fast, tracks, pass, sun, trees.

She doesn’t hear the whistles and bells.

The train crumples like a paper accordion.

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NICK BLACK's writing has been published in lit mags including Okay Donkey, Splonk, Lost Balloon, Ellipsis Zine, Entropy, Bending Genres and Jellyfish Review. He tweets about things he likes as @fuzzynick.

2 responses to “What Occurred, Without Whistles and Bells”

  1. Jacq says:

    That was good, Nick. Rather dark and down but infinitely suitable for these times. Loved your use of punchy fast single words, thought it flowed excellently well and summed up perfectly the scene and event. Hurrah for you!

  2. Nick says:

    Thanks so much, Jacq. Thinking of the girl rather than the train, though, I must admit I always saw it as quite triumphant!

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