Leaving Violet Town

The boy sits alone
while the carriage fills
around him. It's a V-line,
a long haul, thundering
into morning.

Barely legible,
a chipped sign fades
and Violet Town falls away.

He retreats to a paperback
kingdom, while oblivious
wheels devour miles.
Sometimes his eyes rise
to watch the landscape
grind from here to there.

Terminus halogen holds the night
at bay as a voiceover calls
passengers awake.

At journey's end,
crisp air whispers
possibility. Behind him,
doors hiss shut. Ahead,
a turnstile beckons.



by Ryan Stone

First published in Writers’ Forum Magazine issue 159, December 2014

Image courtesy of tongdang at FreeDigitalPhotos.net 

Comments

  1. I am impressed by the rhythm of your language and your choice and combination of words which makes me read this again and again. Well done.

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  2. Thank you for your thoughtful comments, Joy. You made my day :)

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