Catching air

You ran to the window seat before the lady in red takes it and here you are with your head laid back on some abandoned railway, you try holding the air like you used to, catch it by surprise but even years couldn’t help you master that art, you feel like a child again overwhelmed by the air, not afraid of it, letting yourself be part of it’s flow you knew that it’s somehow taking you to what you left behind, an unfinished business in the back of your mind with a stranger you forgot you met on some station.

The train speeds up as if it’s reading your mind and they keep coming in, more strangers who don’t know where they’re going either but they know they left something behind too. Faces in the seat next to you keep changing like it’s the only seat there is, like you’ll teach them the art of catching air.

Author's Note

Some say trains are the place to write..

Reviews

[Sumaid Qaiser]

good and a nice one really a creative precise art

[Lamis]

Thank you so much :)))) I'm glad you liked it!

[MOON]

Lovely write , love the way you ran with this idea and the train image.

[Lamis]

I'm glad you like the way I drew that mental picture, such a pleasure having you here :))))

[InsanityWriter]

Beautiful. :) I love the flow and the imagination of this piece. ^_^

[Lamis]

I'm glad you did.. THANK YOUUUU!! :)