The light of the sun’s rays shore through the thin glass window, reflecting off the fresh rain droplets from a storm recently passed. A small Technicolor image is present within each one, gifted by the very same beam of light, which would soon evaporate them. Their momentary radiance was only fleeting.
A slight bounce from the vehicle’s movement, jolts me from my idle day dreaming, and brings me back to reality. In my inattentive state of mind, I had nearly forgotten the unchanging sounds of the train passing over slabs of metal on its way to our shared destination. What had begun as a minor distraction, had quickly faded into white noise.
As I listened to the peaceful rhythm formed naturally by the meeting of these two physical objects, I…show more content… “Attention all passengers.” A feminine voice began. “We are now arriving in the town of: Bridgefield. All passengers on route to this stop, please begin preparations for departure.”
I leaned over to the side of my seat, and grasped the handle of the suitcase I had left above me for the duration of the ride. Standing to my full height, I and a good number of other passengers began the exit our cab. When we reached the door leading to the outside, a good number of people shielded their eyes when the two sliding doors parted, likely due to the invading sight of sunlight unfamiliar to the dimly lit cabin. After a brief moment of blindness, I stepped out into doorframe, and into the picturesque town of Bridgefield.
Immediately, my senses were pervaded by an odd scent. I looked around the train station for the source of the smell I vaguely recognized, but could not quite place. But I soon stopped when I remembered something of far more…show more content… But before I had the chance, I noticed a man with a large build lumbering my way.
His eyes were down-set, continuingly staring at the ground, nearly collapsing every ten or so steps. He was wearing a set of blue overalls with an orange undershirt beneath them. I wouldn’t have taking much note of his outfit, if not for the fact that a man with a very similar build was crossing the sidewalk from the other end.
Within the few minutes I spent waiting for her to return, I counted twenty or so able bodied men, with matching outfits making their way across the street. None of them really seemed to acknowledge my, or any of the other men’s presence. This didn’t seem to be an act of unfriendliness, as much as a mutual exhaustion shared by them.
“I’m back!” Emily exclaimed, cinnamon roll held in one hand. “It’s great to find something in this town that doesn’t…” She trailed off when she saw I was still distracted by the bizarre sight I had witnessed. “You alright? She questioned.
“Oh, yeah I’m fine” I said in a hurried tone, having been wrapped into curiosity myself over the strange sight. Emily shrugged slightly at my odd reaction, and we continued our way to our
