J.R.Thweatt
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Triple T Railroad
The unclear and indiscernible mumbling of words above her and the sound coming from under her "da-shsshsop, da-shsshsop, da-shsshsop, da-shsshsop," as the train moved down the tracks. Her body tried to get up and she yelled inside herself but there was no movement, and no audible voice escaped her mouth. Eyes shut while only her mouth opened and snapped closed with the bumps of the train. she was locked inside herself and in-between deep sleep and sub-consciousness. It was only a brief moment of energy, and she was back into a deep sleep. A man with a long coat grabbed the doorknob to exit the roomette, as he opened the door another person brought in a man's unconscious body and laid him on the bench across from the woman. "Everything is fine. It's going to work out well." The two men spoke as they left the train car. Da-shsshop,da-shsshsop.
By J.R.Thweatt2 years ago in Fiction