Ben Sherman

Locomotive Death

The first thing she was aware of was the rhythmic bumping of metal on metal, but Deidre knew that was not what had roused her from her slumber. The sun's rays were veiled by a cloudy sky, the light gently blanketing her form. The seat she was splayed across was not entirely comfortable, but she stirred reluctantly. Opening her eyes gently, she took in the sight of a small table and a booth across from her, as well as a similar set up across a small expanse of carpet. Briefly she caught a glimpse of movement, and a voice spoke up at the same moment Deidre realized she was on a moving train going God knew where.