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Norah

United States

A writer who wants to be an actor who wants to be a poet.
Witchcraft | Queer Musings | Moon Poetry

Message to Readers

I was wondering if my sentences flowed together well. Any feedback would be nice.

The Train

November 30, 2015

PROMPT: All in a Minute

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GROUP: Flash Fiction

The sirens wailed overhead. The underground passage was cramped with silent, sallow faces, people drowning in despair and lost promises. They were waiting for the train. A young woman sat, her battered suitcase squeezed between her knees. A mother sat, two children clinging to her, screaming as the bombs fell, one by one. The train conductor saw their faces, haunting in the buzzing electrical lights. He saw their faces and the guilt flooded him. They were so filled with relief, and hope. An old man cried praises to his god, and the cold hard ceiling. The train did not stop. The train moved on, and the conductor cried silent tears for the mother and the women and the old man, as the lights flickered. The tunnel was left in darkness, and the echo of the train, as it hurtled past. 

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