Element: A partridge or a pear tree
Emotion: Infinite Possibility
I decided to link all of my stories together into one cohesive piece. The first installment is below. Enjoy, and I look forward to seeing you in the lists!
The Time Train
Ryan hunkered in the woodline next to the tracks, mentally inventorying the items in her rucksack. The pack contained, amongst other things, five pairs of socks, four pairs of underwear, two canteens, three books of matches, “and a partridge in a pear tree,” Ryan sang softly. It was frigid, and Ryan shivered even inside the layers in which she was cocooned. Thick, heavy snowflakes collected in her lashes, making prisms out of the streetlamps that shone in the distance. Still, if this worked, if the legends were true, everything – the cold, the months spent planning, even the life she left behind, would be worth it. There were tales of a train, a train that traveled not just from state to state, but from world to world, in and out of time itself. One every hundred years, on the solstice, it was said to travel through
Decatur, flashing by the
cornfields and rattling the decrepit old depot.
Ryan had dreamt about the train for as long as she could remember, would
send her Barbies leaping, their matted hair flying, onto the train tracks that
she’d lay across the kitchen floor. A
noise. Was it the wind? They said that it sounded like a tornado. They
said that you didn’t try to board the train; they said you just jumped, that
the wind would pull you in. They said. They said. The wind blew harder, pulling at the strands
of hair that had escaped Ryan’s woolen cap.