When reality sucks and attempts to change that reality are met with derision and/or apathy, what is a person to do? Sometimes the realm of fiction is a good escape.
I’ve had this piece in production since before I decided to give up the fight and stop working to improve that reality. Let someone else take up the fight and put their heart on the line, to be stomped on and shredded time and again. And I thought I should probably finish it and share it with those who desire some closure.
The fact that it is connected to the Transgender Day of Remembrance may give it some relevance.
|_ # ^ & _ # ^ & _ # ^ & _|
The Engineer noted the curve in the happentracks ahead. Sie pulled the cord which let loose a trumpetful of sound. The Passenger awoke suddenly. The Storyteller and the Listener looked outward.
Suddenly the train began to slow. In the cab the Engineer cast a worried look at the Brakeman. The Brakeman had a bony countenance…