CHECKING MY WATCH

Checking my watch, I wonder if I’ve missed the 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 on 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 can’t turn away. They seem to grow darker and darker, larger, ebon 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.