Rahul Batra

The Competition

The Competition 1. Wake up Ralph struggles to open his eyes, lifting his head is a weight. The muffled voices around him start to become clearer, and so does his vision. He looks around the empty table for 4 that he’s seated in; and examines the train carriage from his seat. The carriage is old fashioned, with soft worn material seats; elegant white antimacassars contrasted against its deep burgundy. He turns and stares at the scenes from the window. The train racing adjacent a deep blue river that trails across the bottom of a mountainous backdrop. The shadows of the peaks dance in the reflections of the water. Ralph mouths, “Where the fuck am I?”.