Monday, March 9, 2009

Orient Express-Stateroom 32

I spend most of my time here, although I am free to move about the entire train. I suppose it's because I died here. Once you are dead, you have to start again, and I just can't seem to get moving beyond these walls.

I like it best when the train is moving. The click clack of the rails is the most comforting sound. I lie back on the top bunk and think about what I would do if I could only get off this train. The sights I planned to see. All the changes that have happened since I entered this room for the last time.

I am not the only one of my kind on this train, but we all keep pretty much to ourselves, staying near where we left your world an entered this one. I'm afraid that if I get off this train, I might disappear entirely. Yet, few people know I'm here, so in a sense, I already have.


Mim said...

Only you!! what a great idea, I often think that there are ghosts on long distance trains, or at least so many layers of nostalgia that it seems like ghosts.

Lisa at Greenbow said...

I am enjoying reading all the accounts from different riders.

kj said...

you are too much. i love this!

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studio lolo said...

Ghost rider! I love this entry.

soulbrush said...

oh i do love a good ghosty flavour to any story. magic debs.