Written on April 15th, 2010
Song by a particular Family blaring in his ears, he stood on the platform watching the incoming locomotive, wagons trailing behind. With his behind arched at a degree perpendicular to the ground, he positioned himself, tensed, his eyes never leaving the train. As always, he knew that precise timing was important. The train thundered by; he jumped and the world jumped in after him.
No comments:
Post a Comment