CHECKING MY WATCH
Checking my watch, I wonder if I’ve missed my train or even
if it stops here anymore.
Judging by the debris….. “Wait a minute here it is now.”
Without making a sound it pulls up and I get on board.
I ponder as I walk from car to car, why there are no passengers.
Suddenly the P.A. system springs to life
Taking my ticket out, I sit down in the last seat…. in the last car.
Noiselessly the conductor approaches. His back to me as he comes
closer. “Tickets.” he calls in a voice of silver, of coldness.
My eyes lock onto him and I can’t turn away. They seem to grow
darker and darker, larger until his eyes become the tunnels
through which we travel. My life-force is torn from my body and
drawn screaming into the aperture. My body slumps over in its seat.
“Tickets,Tickets.” the conductor calls as he passes by.
from my new book link below