A Railway Track In The Middle Of Nowhere

A Railway Track In The Middle Of Nowhere

A Story by steve
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A Railway Track In The Middle Of Nowhere

Another train flew past causing the growth on the chestnut tree to shake violently.  Before long it had vanished far into the distance.  At least one would make its way through here every hour, which didn’t please many people of the small village.  The weather that day was pleasant while the sun shone kindly, and not a single cloud could be seen in the pale blue sky.  It was a quiet place away from the main road, apart from the trains.  Fields surrounded the area, and in the summer months flowers would bloom in all their different colours.  It was an ideal location for cycling and long walks in the countryside.  Even though the perishing trains would spoil the tranquillity at times, it was a lovely area to live. 
Helen proceeded up the sloping road carrying a bag of shopping.  She would’ve used the car but a nice stroll cleared her head of bad thoughts.  Recently she’d attended a funeral which saddened her a great deal.  Lots of people came and this helped a little.  Helen had reached the top feeling relieved.  On one side of the road was a house with a tall fence surrounding the front garden.  Inside a dog was barking.  She knew the man who lived there as she would bump into him at the local shop while buying food.  He was a nice chap with the longest grey beard she’d ever witnessed.  He wasn’t the most fashionable of people as on a normal day he would wear his overalls and white trainers.  But he always had a smile on his fifty something face, and to Helen this meant a lot.  It was just a shame that lately life had given her a couple of harsh blows.  But walking down to the local supermarket was a step in the right direction.  Positive thinking.
Now on level ground she was quite happy to make the journey home, another mile at the most.  About twenty metres from her was a farm, old Dick stood just behind his gate smoking a f*g,  The moment he saw her he put the smoke out, then said, “Hello, Helen.  How are you doing, fine lady?”
Once she was closer she replied a little out of breath, “I’m okay.  Weird times really.”
Concern came into his eyes, before saying, “Stuff happens sometimes that sometimes you can’t explain.  Life’s not that bad really.  But sometimes it’s hard to tell.  Do you catch my drift?”
“No,” she answered while laughing.  Dick was a funny gent who she had a lot of time for, but today she wasn’t in the mood, after everything that had happened of late.  “You should give them blasted f**s up, they’re not good for you.”
Dick scratched his crotch, then answered joyfully enough, “I will, dear lady.  When I get motivated enough.  By the way if you need anything at all you know where I am?”
She brushed a hand through her hair, knowing she was all on her own now, after what had occurred.  “Thank you, Dick.  That means a lot.”
Worry came over his face, before replying, “I mean it you know.  Don’t be scared to ask for help.”
“Yes, I know,” she said.  “Thanks again it means a lot to me that people do care.”
A cow behind him mooed which alerted him to the fact that he had many chores to do before the day had finished.  “I must get on, Helen.  Hopefully I’ll hear from you soon.”  With that he was off down the field while grunting something under his breath.
The plastic bag which she carried was getting a bit heavy, so for a minute she placed it on the side of the road.  Then terrible thoughts drifted into her mind.  Her husband whose name was Keith had died about two years ago from an accident at work.  This still made her shudder.  Helen missed him so much.  Then four weeks ago something else occurred, and if the truth be told she was finding it hard to cope.  She needed to snap out of this way of thinking, as it wasn’t healthy.  She picked up the quite heavy bag and proceeded on still hearing Dick complaining about something a fair distance away.  And this made her smile.  Positive thinking.
Ten minutes later her arms began to ache again, so like before she decided to have a short rest.  Through the trees there was an opening to the railway track.  At first she paid no attention, then she saw something which alarmed her immensely.  What the hell?  There was a body on the track.  Had this poor individual been hit by accident and now needed assistance.  Helen was unsure, but with all the things that had gone on lately she didn’t need another crisis to contend with, but realising she couldn’t just ignore it, she made her way over.
“Are you okay?” she cried out while dropping her shopping in the process.  Four apples flew out of the bag and rolled down into a dirty puddle.  Thankfully Helen didn’t notice, as she had other things on her mind now.  There didn’t seem to be any blood on or around the body, which was a very good thing.  So whoever this person was they couldn’t be too badly injured.  Helen had her phone in her trouser pocket, getting it out she was just about to ring for an ambulance when she heard someone say from just below her, “Please leave.  It took great courage for me to do this today.  Forget you ever saw me,”
Helen was shocked beyond belief.  “I thought you were badly hurt.  What’s going on?”
He turned to her, and he was a young man with great sorrow expressed on his face.  He seemed very displeased.  “Please just walk away.  I beg you,” he pleaded, knowing this woman was going to mess up everything.
This is when she noticed the apples in the puddle about a metre from where she stood.  “Bloody hell.”  Then she peered back down at the twenty something male.  He had longish dark hair which looked like it hadn’t been washed for a few days.  Stale sweat came from his grubby clothes.  He looked a mess.  “I can’t just leave you, because I wouldn’t be able to live with myself if I did.  Do you understand?”  She really didn’t need this s**t, but what could she do?
He seemed disappointed by her being there.  He brushed a hand through his greasy hair, before saying in a rather abrupt fashion, “Look, I messed up.  What I’m doing here has nothing to do with you.  So just leave me to get on with what I had in mind.”  He could see she was going nowhere, he scratched his crotch.  That felt better.  The young man looked her up and down.  “I bet you’re married?  All the best lookers are married.”
Helen giggled.  What a strange thing to come out with, but at least it had made the situation a little more bearable.  “You seem like a nice lad, why would you do something so stupid, I just don’t understand?”
The man laughed as well, before replying, “I have a confession, would you like to know it?”
What an odd day, she thought.  “Yes, tell me.”  The more she looked at him the more she thought back to her beautiful son.  The bloke who sat three metres from her had lovely smooth skin, and in his eyes was a mischievous sparkle which aroused her slightly.  Guilt was felt.  Sorry.
“By the way my name is Jeremy.  Do you like that name or do you think it’s a bit nerdy?” he asked her with a smile.  He rubbed one side of his face like he was releasing bad thoughts, then replacing them with nice ones.  “By the way, you’re lovely to look at.”  He could see she had nice big breasts and shapely legs.  “Will you marry me, in another life I mean?”
“I’ll think about it if you get off the track, as another racket will come through this place at any moment,” she answered, peering nervously up the track hoping another one wasn’t approaching fast.
Some darker clouds now loomed overhead promising rain.
He was in deep thought as he pondered on what she had just said, before saying dryly, “My time has come, dear lady.  My demons won’t go, I’ve made my bed and there’s nothing I can do to change it.”
This was growing tiresome now.  “Just get off the bloody track you silly fool, before I carry you off myself,” she shouted.
Worry came over his face.  “You seen so concerned for me, but there’s one thing you haven’t taken into consideration, dear lady, with the most likeable breasts that any man would desire if he wasn’t stuck in such a bizarre predicament.”
“So, what’s that?” she replied annoyed, folding her arms while giving him a stern stare.
He wiped his mouth with his hand, before saying in a mocking sort of tone, “ A train won’t come through her for at least another twenty minutes.  So why worry.  By the way, what’s your name, pretty lady?”
What a bloody idiot.  “Helen.  Why?” she said becoming somewhat angry at his stupid attitude on things.  Then she grew some balls, and without giving it much consideration asked him, “Well, if you’re going to kill yourself you sad idiot, maybe you should know about my s**t life.”  She needed to stop, her blood was boiling.
He brushed another hand through his hair.  “Maybe I’ve got it wrong,” he muttered quietly to himself.  He turned away from her, not knowing what to think.  “Do I deserve to die for my only mistake in life.”  He was unsure.  Life was so messed up at times it would screw his head up.  “Please help me, God.”  No one came apart from the angel which was sent to him at his darkest hour, maybe there was a chance for redemption in the worst period of his life.  He glanced up at her, before saying, “Thanks for having faith in me.  That means a lot.”
“So are you going to get off that bloody track?” she said.  “Because you seem like a nice lad but why would you do something so bleeding stupid?”  Then this awful feeling came over her.  Oh know, the eggs are going to be broken after dropping the bag.  “S**t.”
Confusion came over his face.  “What’s wrong?” he asked, scratching his inner thigh.  “Unless you’re sick of the sight of me and wish me dead.”  I’m such an idiot, he thought, knowing she was just a nice lady making her way home.  “Sorry. That was a silly thing to say.”
She was on her knees checking the contents of the bag.   At the bottom was yellow spilt all over the place.  “And I love eggs as well.  Bloody hell.”  She heard laughing and this angered her immensely.  Then the tears came.  She thought back to everything which had happened lately.  Why?   In front of her was a young healthy man who wanted to kill himself through some absurd reason.  Then there was her, the woman with the shittiest luck in the whole wide world.  “Be quiet and stop taking the piss,” she yelled at the top of her voice.  It was so unfair.
The man looked scared.  While he stayed on the track.  He could tell she was distressed.  “I’m so sorry.  This is all my fault.  Why did you have to see me through the trees, when all I wanted was to be unnoticed, while I went about my terrible business.”  He felt sorry for her and wanted to help.  He got up and walked over to the woman while she cried.  With both arms he cuddled her and this made all the difference as she looked up at him with a sparkle in her eyes.  “Maybe this was destiny, as messed up as it is,” was all she said, touching his face.
He kissed her cheek.  “I have another confession.  Are you interested?”
Finally he was going to come clean.  Helen placed a hand onto his shoulder.  “Please, tell me.”
The young man seemed uncomfortable with what he wanted to say next, but with great courage, he replied with tears in his eyes, “It was dark and I had miles to drive.  I’d been to a festival you see, so I had a fair bit of alcohol as well which didn’t help matters.”  He stopped suddenly, giving her a concerned look, before saying, “You really don’t need to hear this.  Please go home and put away your shopping.  Then for the rest of the day watch your favourite soaps and forget about me.”
Helen thought back with sadness.  “My darling husband Keith died two years ago and my only son isn’t there any more.  I would rather at this moment in time be here with you, not meaning to sound strange or anything.”  Her son whose name was James had been to a festival recently.  While he was there she would ring him and he would answer, telling her what a brilliant time he was having.  Then after saying their goodbyes the call would end.  She was so proud of him.  She missed him terribly since he hadn’t been there.
Jeremy seemed confused with all the things that were going on in his brain.  “I’m so sorry about your husband.  But you don’t need this s**t.  Soon you’ll meet someone nice, as I said earlier you’re hot.  A catch.”
“Just tell me your darkest secret?” she said, concerned for him.  Then she pressed her lips against his.  It felt wonderful after so long.
He pushed her away, not knowing what to make of any of this.  “If you want to know the truth, here it is.  If it’s the only way for you to come to your senses and leave me here to do what I had in mind, Helen, here it goes.”
“Okay,” was all she muttered seeing the distress in his eyes.
He smacked the ground two or three time tears streaming down his face.  “I didn’t see him at the side of the road.  I hit the kid full on.  It was awful, but because I was so scared and drunk I carried on.”
“What festival was it?” she asked coldly, not quite believing what she was hearing.
“What?  It was the one called ‘Latitude’.  He brushed a hand through his hair stressed as can be.
Then the memory flooded back of her receiving the call that her son had been involved in a hit and run, while on his way back from that certain place.  Her blood ran cold.  Without thinking she grabbed his throat while shouting at the top of her voice.  “It was you that killed my son.”
He struggled to remove her hands, before getting up not knowing what to think.  “What the hell.  Oh my God.”
Her fight had gone.  She sat there crying, her bag of shopping melting in the sun’s rays.  “James, I miss you so much,” she shrieked, her hands over her face.
Far in the distance another train was approaching fast.  Jeremy realised what he needed to do.  He peered back at the woman. “I understand now, and I’m so sorry for what I’ve done.”  The train getting closer he made his way onto the track petrified.  Under his breath he said a short prayer.  “Please have mercy on my soul, Lord.”  He closed his eyes knowing what was coming.
Helen looked up and saw him as he turned his head towards her while muttering, “Sorry.”  Within a second the train flew past, causing the growth on the trees to shake terribly.
“No,” she screamed, running to the track crying uncontrollably.  It was too late.  The young man had gone.  Helen fell to her knees.  “What have I done,” she wept.  For the second time that day, she felt guilty.  All of a sudden a dog ran up to her licking her arm.
The man with the long grey beard who lived just up the road now stood beside her with a smile on his face.
She had trouble thinking of anything to say,  What the hell?
“How’s things, Helen?  I know your luck hasn’t been too good lately.  But you’ll be okay,  because I have faith in you.”  He placed a hand on her shoulder, giving her a smile.  Then he noticed something wasn’t quite right with her.  “Are you okay, Helen?”
“Yeah, I’m fine.  A long day,” was all she answered. 
He peered down at the bag of shopping, then said, “I hope you haven’t got too much frozen stuff in there.  It’ll melt in this heat.  By the way I need to ask you something if you don’t mind, Helen.”
“Fire away.”
The man took a step closer, the dog around his feet while it tried to lick his trousers.  “Bugger off, boy.”  The animal made a strange noise like it knew it’d just been told off.  “Oh,” he moaned.  “I forgot what I was going to say now.”
Silly old fart, she thought.  “Maybe you’ll remember another day.”
“Oh that’s it,” he suddenly said.  “Do the brown bins go out tomorrow or the next day?”
“I’m not sure.  I better get home, Graham.  Before the shopping, as you put it, melts.”
“Good idea,” he replied, giving her a wink.
Usually she had a lot of time for Graham, but today was extremely bad timing.  She made her way home thinking about the man at the track.  Then she thought about her son, and his funeral which was exactly seventeen days ago now.  After everything that had happened she was too exhausted to cry. 
A few moments later she saw her house gleaming in the sun.  Thank God.  Her feet ached.  Then in her mind she saw her husband and son together in the front garden while they larked about.  It was a beautiful sight that she missed dearly.  Her heart was broken.  Walking with the heavy bag up the drive made her feel a little tearful. “Why are you so cruel, world,  Is it to test us, so in death everyone will come together again.”  If the truth be told, she didn’t understand any more.  Losing her husband was just plain bad luck, but her son being killed at such a young age was the last straw.
A minute later she dropped the bag on the ground.  She sat on one of the three steps that took her to the entrance of her home.  Only silence, as no one was there any more, apart from her.  She had to do something.  She needed to reach a decision.  The problem was, with all the bad luck of late her motivation was on a mega low.  But she did walk down the local shop today, so that was a step in the right direction.  Helen knew what she had to do.  What would James do?  He would fly into action almost immediately, because that’s how he was.  Then she’ll do the same.  She got up and grabbed the keys from her trousers, then unlocked the door.  Helen pushed it open and an open hallway faced her, empty of the most brilliant memories she could ever remember.  A short distance away was the phone while it sat on the shelf her husband had put up years ago.  Hesitantly she made her way to it to ring the police to tell them what had happened only a few moment before.  And while she dialled the number dread was felt from deep inside, knowing she would have to come clean and tell them everything.  And she wasn’t looking forward to it one bit.    

                   The End

© 2015 steve



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A very mysterious story. Good interaction between Helen and the young man. I like the way you've started more and more using active verbs.
I noticed a few things:

Another train flew passed(PAST)

Inside a dog was heard barking.(Passive voice. Try: INSIDE A DOG WAS BARKING.)
For the second time that day guilt was felt.(Passive voice. Try: FOR THE SECOND TIME THAT DAY, SHE FELT GUILT)

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steve

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Bless you, Marie. You are my shining light. Much appreciated. x



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A very mysterious story. Good interaction between Helen and the young man. I like the way you've started more and more using active verbs.
I noticed a few things:

Another train flew passed(PAST)

Inside a dog was heard barking.(Passive voice. Try: INSIDE A DOG WAS BARKING.)
For the second time that day guilt was felt.(Passive voice. Try: FOR THE SECOND TIME THAT DAY, SHE FELT GUILT)

This review was written for a previous version of this writing

Posted 2 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

steve

2 Years Ago

Bless you, Marie. You are my shining light. Much appreciated. x

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