September 4, 2010

Like Anna Karenina, she was drawn to trains. She imagined lying under them as they raced over her. She imagined feeling the heat of the metal wheels against the track.

That whistle, she said. Do you hear what it says?

He never paid attention to such things.

It says goodbye, she said. And it says mercy. And it says freedom.

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