Thursday, October 31, 2013

Allowing a Train to pass

He stood on the platform in the early morning.  The Sun rose across the lake but he wasn't feeling the warmth yet.  At that early hour of twilight, the air is either filled with hope or fear. 

His feet wanted to move, the direction didn't matter.  The suit had spent a day and night on the body.  For some reason, the effort to look in all directions and make a choice failed him.

Home went North and back to life.  His red tie did not wave that way.  The red tie was a Christmas present and he hated getting that present but couldn't resist the fact that it was an amazing tie. The other direction led him to...

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