Train of thought

January 16th 2056

Dear train, where are we going today?

The young girl was sitting on the puffy berth in the first coach. The seat was pretty comfortable. A rusty orange velvet fabric ripped at the edge of the right side of the berth was the only luxurious element resembling the old glorious days. Ludmilla, fidgeting on the seat, unable to keep it steady as usual on those trips, was too excited to reach the destination. An old woman, Japanese in her traits, on the front seat, with an extremely stoic calm, was observing Ludmilla. It was easy to see a faint smile on her face. The old woman, as she already had all the answers, gently removing the mustard scarf from her lips and looking straight at the girl, with a gentle pale voice breaks the silence: “would you know, by any chance, the name of the next stop? I completely forgot if Nunaverkj is after Pletriz Mont or before, and my son is coming pick me up at the train station and I don’t want to be late. The full moon is out tonight and my son comes pick me up so I don’t want to be late tonight.” None of those trains of thought were making sense to Ludmilla.

Pretty confused on how to be kindly answering those questions, Ludmilla turns her face slightly to check the moon outside of the window. The train is moving so fast tonight. Approaching one of the longest tunnel on the route, all she can clearly see is no moon in the sky. In the blink of an eye the train is swallowed up in the tunnel.