April 20th 2052
Dear train, where are we going tonight?
She is late, as usual, always damn late. She even forgets to lock the door. “Never mind,” she thinks “I’ll be home soon”. He is standing right in front of the door tip-tapping his brand new shoes. Bigo is there too. But as always, not caring at all, just to fill the room. Slowly going up and down the stairs, with that hypnotizing move, that rhythm stops for a second.
“Bigo, come here”. She’ll be hugging you soon, don’t be impatient. I need to talk to her first. Please wait for me.
Ciao, ça va?
She was right there standing in front of the door, on the other side. And he was right there standing in front of the door, on the other side.
“Do you want to come in?”
“Yes, I’m thirsty, it was a long journey.”
“Do you want to stay?”
“I don’t know how long I can stay, I left home thinking of coming back in an hour or two.”
“I can prepare you some tea if you stay. And maybe we can eat together. A warm soup or something”.
“I’ll just stay for an hour or two.”
Dear train where is she going tonight? Are they still together or just a few hours have passed by? It felt like those couple of years have been already passed by.
Not just a dream. A long way home, to catch the train.
But
They are both there now, on that train, they seem not to know each other yet. He looks at her. Flash. The train gets swallowed in the tunnel.
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