“You are on a train bound to nowhere
I will guide, but I warn
The cold deceit began hours ago
Turn back fool”
A phone call was made. Finally enough of those bars indicate a call could be made. “Verizon, don’t fail me now!”
Anxiously, the phone rang, once, twice, three times, a sinking feeling deep in the pit of her stomach, “he isn’t going to answer.”
Back-up plans were quickly made. Her mind raced ahead to the train station. “What if’s” made their way to the temporal plane, filling the emotional center with a rush of adrenaline, the fight or flight was in overdrive. A quick check to see if there was cash for a taxi and a hotel room until the next train out on Saturday, or would it be Sunday? It was already so late into the night that before long the “threesters” would be looming the street. Those lonely, sadly scary creatures that roam the night in search of what they could not obtain in the light of day. What was the street-life like in Indianapolis at three in the morning?
“Take a deep breath and wait” that was only thing that could be done at this time she thought, don’t let the foreboding take too much control.
“So where you headin?” one of the sisters spoke out of the blue. “Oh, I am heading to reconnect with the love I left behind.” She was choking on her own words, a little embarrassed even. “Oh honey, never, I repeat never chase down a man! There ain’t no man worth the effort!” “Jeannie, can you believe it, she is on a train bound for Indianapolis to rekindle a love she left behind!” “Oh sugar, never go back, once you are free, never go back. There is no man worth the time, the money or the heartache!” Jeannie was right, in her words was a reiteration of the warning that the moon was whispering to me over and over again.
“No, I think you are wrong, and either way, I have to look into his eyes and say it, and hear him say it.” Why, why is it so hard to trust your own heart, your own gut?
The train was passing through Noblesville, the whistle on the train moaned, lamented, mocked, “ Foooooool, fooooool.”
“Wait, don’t fade.” The moon was going from a bright vibrant yellow white to a strange, cool gray white. “NO!” She wanted so much to be right, to be, alright, to believe that she knew best. “Who are you moon to guide, but then depart at a time when I needed warmth?”
“What was happening that there was no answer? Maybe it would be best if he didn’t show up, maybe that is what I really want after all.”
Or did she want to linger in that place that reminded her of feelings that she waited until she was 45 to experience. She was hungry, no starved and alone on a train bound for nowhere.
“Fooo, foooo, fooool,… next stop Indianapolis”
