The Train Ride

Everything is silent except the soft “put” “put” of the falling rain,

In the corner of the cabin sits a man with sadness on his face,

He’s holding something black, he looks at it quietly,

He turns his head to his arm, where a ticking watch sits,

“BAAAAAAM!!!”

His gun opens fire, five go down,

He’s screaming instructions but everyone’s too shocked to hear,

“BAAAAAAM!!!”

Another five fall to the ground,

The door on the other side of the cabin swings open,

Two officers enter,

“BAAAAAAM!!!”

only to be shot down by the blazing gun,

The train speeds up and we all lurch forward,

The man falls to the ground, his gun flies out of his hand,

It slides across the floor until it reaches the door,

A woman jumps up and grabs the gun, pointing it towards the dark figure,

There is pain in her eyes as she thinks over what she’s going do,

The man gets up and charges at the women, her gun aimed at his head

Fear flashes across the woman’s face as the man gets closer,

 

10 feet,

 

5 feet,

 

In the final moments before the man reaches the woman,

her face, shows understanding,

 

…

 

 

“BAAAAAANG!!!”