A Train Track (a short description)
Foggy clouds of cold sea-breath steamed
inward. There was a great roaring blow – caused by the release of a mighty
inhalation. A screams were formed by the whistle of the moaning wind against the
buildings. Sea-rusted iron trembled: grinding against old bolts.
Brightly painted seaside houses were dimmed
by the grey storm. Amongst the outer reaches of the deserted station, shrouded in coats
soaked with salty dew were mischievous three boys…
Tight shut windows and water-resistant doors
shielded the grim houses. There were,
however, two intriguing contradictions (the boy’s windows): Deck’s [The third], however, had unluckily been discovered; left open too wide to be entirely concealed, and the incoming noise unheard, to
keen parental eyes and ears.
Standing dangerously by the stormy cliff were none other than the three daring young
ones – debating their bravery: testing one another. They did this purely
because they had been instructed not to. Under the ferocious howling, the speeding
train remained unheard.
Only two, Safar and Ant, seemed to enjoy this
challenge of authority; Deck was speculating the possible outcomes of such a serious situation. They pushed each other playfully within inches of disaster…
Withstanding enormous social pressures, the
courageous (but doubtful) child begged the pardon of his young accomplices. Who
momentarily allowed him their ears: their hair unnaturally thick and still; their
faces were the definition of annoyance. At
such a young age as their’s maturity of a peer is an often detested characteristic-
Feeeeeuuu! Interrupted the warning whistle
of the train. Ant, who was at the edge of the cliff, stepped back in alarm –
and lost his footing in the slippery edge of grass – but his hand quickly
clenched Safar’s coat. It was a particular odd sight: such a small boy dangling
at the edge of the great cliff. The third boy ran to help; unfortunately, their
combined weight was enough to crumble the wave worn edge. Out of the fear for
his own life Safar ripped the hand off his coat. And the little child [Ant]
fell with a shrill. He [Safar] rolled back knocking over Deck.
Trembling with fear, they lay silently
watching the carriages of the train upon sea-rusted iron: grinding against old bolts.