C M Prosso
Joined May 2022
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The Tunnel
The train jolted over its points. My head knocked against the window, and I awoke. I kept my eyes closed, listening. Sounds were muted; buried under the metallic orchestra of pistons, straining links, and wheels whirring. Breathing deeply as I gathered my consciousness, I could smell beeswax, coal, and old paper. I had clearly been sleeping deeply; but this had happened before, and I knew that I would soon come fully awake. I would know exactly where I was, how I came to be here, and why. No cause for panic.
By C M Prosso2 years ago in Fiction