Five sentence fiction: travel
I felt trapped in the mass of bodies on the train; limbs hung out of windows and pressed against the doors. The landscape rolled passed in dry and dusty counterpoint to the vibrant clothing of my fellow passengers - a riot of colours lending exuberance to this unfamiliar place. They spoke excitedly - and loudly - to one another in languages I could not comprehend, sharing food I could not name but which tantalized my senses. How different India was from my adventures last night in comfortingly familiar England!
With happy anticipation of what tomorrow would bring, I closed the book and turned out the light.
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I knew you were "reading" about India even before I read the words. When you forget you are reading because you get so into the story, that's a good book!
ReplyDeleteSomeday, you're going to write something and let everyone else read it, and you'll find out they like it, too!
Hi Tess ~~ I also was placing this right after I read of the condition on the train.
ReplyDeleteI missed, though, and put in Egypt. But before the ending I knew it wasn't because in Egypt the people also ride crowded up on top of the trains.
They are out of control, living in cemeteries, treating the auto horn as its most important control, are insesently pestering the tourists for money or a sale, ...
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I love how you ended
ReplyDeleteThank you, Simplicity; I'm sure it was no great surprise, but it couldn't not be a book!
ReplyDeleteMy goodness, Jim, I don't think Egypt is the place for me! My sense of orderliness is outraged at your description. I'm glad I was able to confound you... and thank you for the comment.
K, in your turn you have confounded me. Perhaps one day I will write and share, and I shall blame it all on you!
A-ha! You did post it out there!
ReplyDelete(I know, it's all my fault!)
Love it! This happens to me all the time.
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