Laura Thomas
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It's a crofting life
It’s a crofting life Shetland 1880 I was woken first by the wind, knocking together the stones we used to weigh down the thatch. Then the cold began to seep into the warmth of my dreamscape. I often dreamt of warm, more exotic places than the beautiful, rugged island that was my home.
By Laura Thomas3 years ago in Families
A sacrificial escape
I awoke with a jolt, the ground vibrating beneath me. The first thing I noticed was the overwhelming smell of engine oil and the grittiness of the floor I was lying on. I tried to get up by rolling to the side but bumped straight into something solid which felt like a wall. Groaning and groggy I sat up, realising that the solid wall I had rolled into was in fact one of the two long seats of the small train carriage in which I now sat. I had no memory of getting onto a train and, utterly bewildered, I stood, slid open the carriage door and stepped out into the main corridor of the train. It was empty. I wondered slowly down the passageway checking in each compartment as I went. They were all empty. When I reached the back end of the train I turned around and started heading towards the driver’s compartment, sure that I would find someone there; the train must surely have a driver. As I made my way slowly back along the train I tried to remember where I had last been, hoping to find some explanation for why I was on a train, seemingly alone.
By Laura Thomas3 years ago in Fiction
