Train Approaching



The train keeps chugging. Unfeeling of the cold, of the ice, of the snow.
Headlights sweep and beam, piercing the blinding flurries falling fast, illuminating large swathes of track, not important-
because she was following the rail.
The snowstorm stopped cars, but would not stop the train.
The train keeps chugging.

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