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The train is speeding onwards, rocking
me gently as it clatters along the tracks. The sunlight glitters on
the fine golden hairs on my forearms, whispering of summer days long
past.
I close my eyes and I hear my lover’s
voice. He is not real, has never been real, will probably never be
real. His voice is deep and musical, and it lulls me into dreams
brimming with joy and acceptance. The love I feel is heaven’s call
to arms, echoing through eternity.
My soul purrs. I am safe in a place of miracles.
Soon though, the chatter of the other
inhabitants of this air-conditioned box on wheels breaks into my reverie, and snatches my lover away from me. A Wilhelm Scream
shatters the remnants of my peace. It is only me, coming back to
reality. I check to see no-one else has heard. Phew. I remain
invisible.
Inspired by a prompt from Jill Badonsky in The Muse Is IN Writing Club.
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