By Emily Wood
Controlled towns populated by identical high-rises litter the landscape.
The train emerges from the tunnel. And, for briefest of moments, the setting is changed, reset. Urbanisation gives way to arid mountains.
Beside the tracks, an elderly woman pulls a metal cart, laden with unwanted boxes and abandoned plastic bags: a dusty pile of neglect. Every few metres she stoops to add to the pile.
“What is she doing?”
“They get money for collecting rubbish out here.”
The wheels chorus: don’t look.
The train moves rapidly towards the comfort of darkness, but her eyes are fixed only on the arduous road ahead.
Love the line: “The wheels chorus: don’t look” Just terrific
Thank you for reading my story. I’m glad you liked that line 🙂
I like this. I can imagine the elderly woman by the tracks pulling that metal cart collecting rubish.
Thank you 🙂
Yes, unfortunately economic hardship is a common sight in many places.
Great comment on the lives of the “haves” and the “have nots”. Liked it a lot.
Thank you, very nice of you to say so 🙂
Great story. Hints of youthful innocence. Well done.