Sante Fe Train

30 May, 2017

"She tumbled out ahead of him into the late afternoon sky. Short-blond and petite, her face deeply-tanned, she made an elegant flat shape in her dark power suit and pin heels.

After the long, secluded lunch, he was desperate to walk the long way towards Soho. It might be the last time he would get to see the city before he left.

She led towards the empty industrial south, instead.

The battered Sante Fe train rushed towards them, spewing black steam. As it passed, she turned towards him, her face now oily black. Caught with his side against a wall, the sashaying metal train carriage kissed him on the cheek as it hurtled past."

- 4.30am dream fragment.

Tags: Dreams