Dylan Power

The Train

The Passenger was awoken by the rhythmic double-tapping of the train slowly skating along the tracks. In a condition of half-sleep, they attempted to gain their bearings; they were sitting in a booth in an old wooden train carriage, and outside the window almost nothing could be seen except from the light of a crescent moon piercing through the overhanging clouds. The Passenger touched the window - it was extremely cold and quickly fogged up around their hand, leaving an impression upon removing it. It must’ve been near freezing temperatures outside, wondered The Passenger to themselves. They looked around the carriage. There seemed to be nobody else sharing it with them, but they could vaguely see some figures through the fogged up glass between each of the train carriages.