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One Under

Contributed by EndEformEtrancE on Friday, 3rd January 2003 @ 10:40:00 AM in AEST
Topic: Lifepoems

You release the break. The huge metal beast you're in control of begins to move slowly, and then it gains speed, hurtling along like some sort of immense dragon. Within what seems like seconds you're pulling into the next station. There is a large amount of people waiting for you, a blur of cold, grey faces.
But out of this crowd your eyes are drawn to a woman in a blue dress. She is standing dangerously close to the edge. You feel a surge of excitement as your eyes make contact. She isn’t beautiful; she looks like a rabbit in your headlights. She looks tragic. And that excites you. Slow motion now. Her mouth moves the words ‘Thank you’ as she steps calmly onto the track. You slam on the breaks but at that velocity there’s nothing else that you can do. Time stops. The moment is suspended, the frame, frozen. With your eyes still focused on hers, you grip the seat. Did she say ‘thank you’, or did she say ‘help me’? Or did she simply blow you a kiss? Your stomach churns as the train comes to a halt.
You know the procedure and code word well and you scream it as you turn on the distress radio. “One Under, One Under!” but the scream is quiet, because you know deep down that there’s little hope for her.
Now you’ll never be able to shake away the image of a woman in a blue dress stepping off the edge of the platform that’s still imprinted on your retina.
Now your mind will constantly wonder about this woman’s life. What had driven her to this? Perhaps her husband had beaten her.
But who could harm such a fragile creature?
And you will always remember that face.
Those eyes.
Those lips.
And that dress.
That blue dress.
And those eyes.
And those lips.
And those eyes.

But there was nothing you could do.
It wasn’t your fault.
You were just doing your job.

Copyright Â© EndEformEtrancE ... [ 2003-01-03 10:40:00]
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Re: One Under (User Rating: 1 )
by tease_whizz on Tuesday, 21st January 2003 @ 05:52:04 AM AEST
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you deal with a sensitive subject really well - my friends sister died this way, its a scary thought. one of my first thoughts was how must the train driver have felt. anyway, great write xxx *KT*

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