Missing the train
By Parson Thru
Sometimes, missing the train home is the worst thing that can ever happen to you. Things become stark. The difference between where you are and where you want to be dreadfully apparent. A platform when the train has gone is a lonely place. I am a stranger to this locality. Its rooftops and the rumble of its traffic are friendless. Barbaric. And so I wait. And hope hangs suspended. Sometimes, missing the train is the worst thing. The film reel has broken, the story has stopped and the dark auditorium fills with thoughts. Sometimes, missing the train home is the worst thing that can happen.