Sharon Vaughn

Tunnel Vision

The sudden swerve of motion jostled her from a deep sleep. Darkness. She was moving. Her head felt as if it were entombed in a mass of cotton wool. She felt sick. She opened her eyes, but her vision only provided a blur of watery haze. She closed her eyes tightly and shook her head in an attempt to remove the grogginess that seemed to have overtaken her. She opened her eyes again. A sudden intensity of brightness filled her dilated pupils and shot a surge of adrenaline through her body. She turned her gaze to the right. Tiny pictures flashed by; much like an old film reel projecting images on a screen. Frame...by frame...by frame. She was on a train! A fast moving train! What in the world was she doing on a train? More importantly, HOW did she come to be on this train and WHY?