As the mountain slid quickly down to valley at another lower elevation the trains plus the mist seemed to be in limbo right there. And ‘right there’ was where they had recently relocated the train’s turnaround station.
On that quick difference of elevation I had been stopped in my tracks on one of my many walking expeditions, motivated, or more precisely, forced, by anxious dreams of my alarm clock buzzing the next morning, and so, I began prowling the streets of my neighborhood to relief myself of this with a vigorous walk.
And at this time, was exactly the time, when I noticed the trains spinning around in the mist on that quick elevation change as the transportation workers chucked out passengers in twos, which were no longer passengers, but were now …corpses?
And so, with the view of these murders, all my thoughts turned… mystical. But murder often has that effect, especially a well organized attack to make it look like a natural occurrence. But now the slaughter was visible right through my tired eyes.
Therefore, I should be thankful that I was walking to cure myself of these insomniac nightmares of my alarm clock buzzing, but I’m not, and therefore, maybe I am, because my anxiety had made me aware of this, now obvious, murderous fact.
And so, being a humanitarian as I had grown to be, maybe always, probably since day one of my life, I promised the city that I lived in, and also loved, that I would in fact …try to stop the killing. You see, not only were the dimly lit trains through the mist now visible, but the sound waves of screams from murder seemed to glide right down that step difference of elevation, without any hesitation, directly into my ears. It was lyrical, profound even ---Murder/Death!
But, and this is without a single follow up question needed, it was about the murderer’s selection process that had everybody fascinated. Nobody was sure who was going to be next. Were you killed because of eye color, hair color, not enough color, skin tone, monotone, bi-tone, too skinny and or fleshy, and I can think of a million other reasons about why we were all so confused and at the same time very…fascinated.
Soon though, the hopelessness came and it was palpable. Even hugging a loved one became labor intensive. Nobody wanted to release their grip, but me of course. I had my philanthropy work to do. But very soon, I’m sure because of innuendo and conjecture, plus perhaps murderousness, soon the train’s turnaround was rerouted right through each and every district in the city. It was convenient, very easy indeed to get transportation as the trains crossed over each and every intersection in the city. It dissected the city into T’s, upside and downside T’s. It didn’t leave a person Behind and that was nothing but NEW! ---so I began to cheer them on. I began to cheer the murderers on!
The End
