Train tracks laid down on the floor
of the worn down ground in the putrid outskirts of a city where nothing really
happened, a boy played along the tracks holding two balloons and a plastic toy
that he bought at the nearest toy store. The toy was an action figure of some
superhero of the time. He wasn’t sure which superhero it was, but judging by
the cape was made from a worn cloth, the superhero’s name didn’t really matter
that much.
The boy had no idea about the dirt
in his hair when they found him in the middle of the road. A pair of larger bulkier
people with pale skin bent over to observe the poor creature. The only reason
that they stopped was because of the two balloons that were flying over his head
that were headed towards them: one red, one blue.
They started asking him several
questions about where he lived and why he was on the side of the tracks, but
the boy simply stared at them with a glare of nothingness. The pale lady turned
to the paler man, asking what they should do. The pale man pulled out his white
cell phone from his pocket and started dialing some number. Once he started to
dial and the ruckus permeated the surrounding air, the boy immediately turned
his attention to the device in the pale man’s hand, as if he was discovering
technology for the first time.
It wasn’t until after the pale man
got off the phone that the sounds of the train started to blare in their ears.
The pale man told the pale lady to get the boy and put him in the car. When
placed inside, the boy felt around the walls of this pod, all leather and funny
when they made that squeaky sound with the two balloons. The pale couple sat on
the hood of their car, observing the train passing by.
Instantly, a sloshy sound vibrated in
the air, followed by a dash of red goo splashing upon the pale man’s new shoes.
The two balloons fled from the scene into the dark and starless night, knowing
the conflict about to arise. When the pale man looked to the source, he found
the fallen boy who was in his car earlier, his face almost non-existent, a
piece of raw meat torn several ways from existence never to breathe, let alone
stand up, again. Following the screams of the pale lady, the red and blue lights
approached the train from the other side, the police officers all looking at
each other trying to entertain themselves with the local radio station as the
train passed.
Then the train passed.
