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"Anytime, Race"
"Kelly, don't go." The tall blonde girl with her hair in a tight coiffure turned around, her
white gloves in her hands, just as the train blew a beckoning whistle for it's passengers to board.
"Don't go." The boy repeated. Kelly glanced at the large clock over the station wall, and
then towards the train. The sun was shining golden rays through the skylights in the very large
station, and many people scurried around them as they hurried to their trains.
"What are you doing here, Racetrack," she didn't look at him, but motioned for a young
man in a maroon and grey uniform to take her bags.
"I- I-," Racetrack stumbled over his words. His face was pale, his eyes were red, and his
clothes and hair were more ragged and mussed then usual. He stared at her with want; she seemed
so superior to him now that she was wealthy. The young woman once again glanced at the large
clock. She had less than four minutes before the train was to depart. "Ya can't go- I-"
"Come on Race, what is it?" She said softly. She was in a rush now, and the more he saw
her impatience the more he clammed up. Finally, she turned to get on the train.
"Wait," he pleaded. " Heah me out jist heah me out, I needa get dis off mah chest." She
was standing on the platform, ready to board. He had only a few minutes.
"We was tagedda four yeahs," he started. "And dere ain't nobody who knows ya like I do."
She bowed her blonde head, knowing what was coming. "I know moah secrets, more truths,
moah everything, than he ever will. I love ya, Kell." She looked up at him. "We should be
tagedda, Kelly! We- We- We was meant ta be taggedda."
"Kelly, Dear, are you coming?" A wealthy, handsomely dressed man poked his head out of
a cabin window a few feet down. He gave the young man in the three piece suit a condescending
glance.
"Yes, Darling, just give me a moment," she called back. Race bowed his head in shame and
misfortune.
"Race-," suddenly she became sincere, like she used to be. "I love you too. But-," she shook
her head. He was silent. A single tear rolled down his cheek. "I have so much going for me- I'd
never in my wildest dreams though I'd have an opportunity like this- he can offer me the world!"
The whistle blew, and the conductor signaled for everyone to step back. Kelly stepped
onto the metal stairway leading into the train. She turned around to see him as the train began to
roll away.
"If ya loved me you'd stay!" He began to walk with the moving machine, grabbing onto her
hand as she held it out to him. The train slowly moved faster and large billows of and steam
encircled them. Suddenly he remembered what he had wanted to give to her- he reached into his
pocket and pulled out a thin gold chain.
"Wait!" he yelled, running now after the slowly moving train.
"Good-bye Race," She yelled back, but her voice was lost in the screeching wheels. Soon,
the train moved to fast for him to keep up, and he was forced to stop. He watched as it slowly
chugged along, and disappeared out of the city. That beautiful face which he had made laugh so
many times before, the one he took for granted at times, the one he thought he'd always have,
was now on its way to Virginia for a new life with a new man. She was gone.
"Anytime, Race"
"Kelly, don't go." The tall blonde girl with her hair in a tight coiffure turned around, her
white gloves in her hands, just as the train blew a beckoning whistle for it's passengers to board.
"Don't go." The boy repeated. Kelly glanced at the large clock over the station wall, and
then towards the train. The sun was shining golden rays through the skylights in the very large
station, and many people scurried around them as they hurried to their trains.
"What are you doing here, Racetrack," she didn't look at him, but motioned for a young
man in a maroon and grey uniform to take her bags.
"I- I-," Racetrack stumbled over his words. His face was pale, his eyes were red, and his
clothes and hair were more ragged and mussed then usual. He stared at her with want; she seemed
so superior to him now that she was wealthy. The young woman once again glanced at the large
clock. She had less than four minutes before the train was to depart. "Ya can't go- I-"
"Come on Race, what is it?" She said softly. She was in a rush now, and the more he saw
her impatience the more he clammed up. Finally, she turned to get on the train.
"Wait," he pleaded. " Heah me out jist heah me out, I needa get dis off mah chest." She
was standing on the platform, ready to board. He had only a few minutes.
"We was tagedda four yeahs," he started. "And dere ain't nobody who knows ya like I do."
She bowed her blonde head, knowing what was coming. "I know moah secrets, more truths,
moah everything, than he ever will. I love ya, Kell." She looked up at him. "We should be
tagedda, Kelly! We- We- We was meant ta be taggedda."
"Kelly, Dear, are you coming?" A wealthy, handsomely dressed man poked his head out of
a cabin window a few feet down. He gave the young man in the three piece suit a condescending
glance.
"Yes, Darling, just give me a moment," she called back. Race bowed his head in shame and
misfortune.
"Race-," suddenly she became sincere, like she used to be. "I love you too. But-," she shook
her head. He was silent. A single tear rolled down his cheek. "I have so much going for me- I'd
never in my wildest dreams though I'd have an opportunity like this- he can offer me the world!"
The whistle blew, and the conductor signaled for everyone to step back. Kelly stepped
onto the metal stairway leading into the train. She turned around to see him as the train began to
roll away.
"If ya loved me you'd stay!" He began to walk with the moving machine, grabbing onto her
hand as she held it out to him. The train slowly moved faster and large billows of and steam
encircled them. Suddenly he remembered what he had wanted to give to her- he reached into his
pocket and pulled out a thin gold chain.
"Wait!" he yelled, running now after the slowly moving train.
"Good-bye Race," She yelled back, but her voice was lost in the screeching wheels. Soon,
the train moved to fast for him to keep up, and he was forced to stop. He watched as it slowly
chugged along, and disappeared out of the city. That beautiful face which he had made laugh so
many times before, the one he took for granted at times, the one he thought he'd always have,
was now on its way to Virginia for a new life with a new man. She was gone.