A/N: This was a picture assosiation given in writers' block, I had a sign saying crossing, crossing, 5 tracks, and a girl laying in the traintracks. And, well, this is what happened... Please R and R!
The Tracks of Time
Crossing, crossing, five tracks. I can hear the shouting of the bells and the whistling of the train, but still I lie here on the track. Waiting. Waiting for it. What it is, I am still not sure, but I just keep waiting and the train keeps coming. Closer and closer, Clickity-clack, clickity-clack. Woo Woo!
The frame is faded and black with spots of rust everywhere. Grey steam rises from the oncoming locomotive. There is a red plate on the front with the numbers '7G62A' in faded white lettering. Click-clack, click-clack, click-clack. It's so close. So close that I could see every detail on the controller's hat and uniform. So close I could see the red pin with the lettering identical to that of the train.
Like the steamer the man also seen a few too many runs on the lonely track. His face was covered with wrinkles from age and time; his eyes were droopy from the long nights before and ones yet to come. Click-clack, click-clack.
Woo Woo! The whistle screamed in my ear. He was almost here and it seemed as though the conductor saw me lying in his path for the first time. Too late. He yelled something, but it was covered up by the sound of the engine. Clack, clack, clack, clack. Ten, five, two feet from me. One foot; six inches. It came close; I had maybe half a second. Completely calm. I met the train, or rather, the train met me. Then it was over, all over.
They took the gas away from my mouth and I awoke. "Welcome back," the strangers said.
A familiar face appeared by theirs, my mom. "How was your surgery? Do you want ice cream? How do you feel? Does your throat hurt? Oh, I'm so glad that went well! Let's go home." That was all she said. That was all she needed to say, I was going home. I was safe.