The rain was early; the train was late. Across the tracks, she shouted.
– ‘It’s like looking in the Grand Canyon.’
– ‘What?’ he said.
– ‘You! It’s like looking into the Grand Canyon.’
The fast train was approaching.
– ‘What can you see?’ he said.
– ‘Space . . . pretty space to jump into.’
– ‘Not here . . . I’m not . . . ’
She smiled.
– ‘I’m already falling.’

The End.

 

© Simon Jagger

 

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