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In Her Precious Heart

My Life of Runaway Trains

By Erik ubbinkPublished 3 years ago 5 min read
By Erik Ubbink

The train Left The Station as all trains do. Lovers kissed, businessmen shook hands and all the passengers boarded. With a screech and a jolt we were off and on our way.

Amongst the passengers there was an actress practicing her lines. She was young and full of life's hope and wonder. She felt healthy and pretty, excited about herself, confident in her dreams and i hoped she would achieve them. She rode often and loved this part of the trip. Today though was extra important and the train moved at a good clip.

The beautiful scenery along the river always seemed so much more vibrant. A family of swans swimming by the cattails reminded her for some reason of the spirit world and she thought they must be powerful spirits in some whole other realm but while they're here they just appear to solemnly swim so gracefully.

Funny, how it was then that she knew this was no ordinary train ride. As though the swans spirit signaled her of trouble ahead. Her first thought though is about a story she heard that this train has a haunted car, that is always full of spider webs and believed to be large huntsmans but the thing is nobody's ever actually seen one. Even the time when they thoroughly cleaned the whole thing out all the webs returned within a day or two. Anyway she remember that car had been removed and scraped. With that she forgot the feeling that there was trouble ahead.

Several vehicles waited on the bridge as the train passed. Boats docked along the opposite bank of the river came into view. She knew her stop was coming and started thinking about some errands she had to run instead of reciting lines in her head. Still not aware she would be making a small detour.

Continuing on with her rehearsal, she enjoyed the intimate parts especially as she imagined the kissing and touching of her character. Her insides felt flushed and warm when the lovers should embrace. Her train of thought was interrupted as she noticed they were not slowing down, which meant, she was going to miss her stop!

Feeling apprehensive her mind jumped into action hypothesizing all kinds of scenarios. Where would she end up? Would she be late for her audition?

The train seemed to speed up slightly and her worries got the best of her. What was the problem? Were they gonna crash? Was Saundra Bullock onboard?

A mans voice said over an intercom not to worry the problem was resolved and they were going to be making the next stop as scheduled. The train horn sounded as it clattered past her stop.

She began to relax and calmed her mind enough she could call ahead. The receptionist rescheduled her saying that it was no problem. Then it was back to her lines till the train came to a complete stop at the next station.

Unhurriedly she heads down the streets towards the studio wondering what shops she would like to stop at since she has some time to kill. Always drawn back to reciting lines except now she's feeling hungry. After stopping at a latte place for a snack she heads straight for her destination.

A moment of apprehension and anxiety overwhelmed her, which she calmed rather quickly. The sudden surge of emotion incited some of my own, but it was mostly the impatience I felt. I readjusted my focus. She's close enough now I can scout a little trinket shop up ahead. Already quite far from my physical body, I wouldn't be able to travel this far if it wasn't for this loving souls receptiveness and perhapse even a hidden ability of a telepathic nature. I must stay aboard. This trip was so important to me

I parusse its shelves hoping I see something that interests her. It's a break for me, luckily too, because with all this walking she's thinking how she wants to take a shower, and I'm trying to focus! Besides, I get something sorta active to do. Being small, quiet and still for extended periods like this gets me feeling quite cramped. Oh here it is, she's always wondering about histories mysteries. I bet she'd love this little Egyptian figurine.

I show it to her subconscious mind and describe all it's little intricate details. Which of course works cause it's pretty cool and priced for a budget. She feels excited as she enters due to her love for these kinds of little boutiques.

Shopping around for a minute but not as she normally would. She finds the trinket I described to her and gets in line to pay. As she waits patiently a few lines run through he mind. She's really quite good. The store clerk finishes up with the current transaction for a blonde woman with beautiful blue eyes purchasing some sea shells and what appears to be a little bell.

The actress and the clerk exchange greetings. Just as the clerk says. "That'll be ten thirty seven." She notices the blonde woman had left her wallet. She hands the cashier eleven dollars, grabs the wallet then rushes to catch the blonde just as she's opening the door. "Excuse me ma'm." Before she can continue with something lame like 'you forgot your wallet.' I imagine saying. 'Here ya go babe don't want to lose that now do ya!!' Mouthing the words for clarity. The actress recites the line perfectly. It feels a little peculiar to her but its not the first time she accidently used one of her characters lines in real life. It's as if they were real in her head and could speak through her.

The woman turned around and smiled when their eyes met. My heart seemed to crash when i saw the soul behind those beautiful blue eyes and how she still carried so much love for me. They walked through the door together and my heart gushed I love yous in my body. The combination derailed my connection on the runaway actress express.

Now I need sleep and solitude. I have many more trains to ride and connections to make. I may not always get to see my girl's deep blue eyes but i cherish every chance I get. An image of her dancing, madly in love, passes by the windows of my own trian of thought, as I drift off to sleep.

Love

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