On the Runaway Train

Amethyst Champagne
2 min readAug 4, 2022

Clickity clack, clickity clack.

The sound wakes me, and I look around, seeing that I’m on a train, having no idea how I got here.

Nobody else is in the car with me, not even a trace of luggage or food wrappers.

I feel inside my pockets but find no ticket, not even my phone, only a pack of gum.

Amethyst Champagne

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