[Drabble] Succinct - #3: Fog
Fog
Word Count: 365
NOTES: Extra drabble to “Spring Tree Above the Village.” Strangeness.
"Life is like a train ride." Slender fingers touched the window glass. Their owner looked outside to the fresh autumn day. The sky cloudless and endlessly blue. The sun bright and hovering high above. "A very long train ride. It's sunny now, but who knows what's going to happen in another 30 miles? Maybe we'll get rain. Maybe even snow."
The bluenet turned and sent a sunny smile in his direction. Funny how he didn’t remember he, himself, being there when his friend spoke those words. But the other was there, in his memory. It was as if a photograph had been taken and someone had edited him out with Photoshop. In this case, maybe he was the one to edit himself out of this particular memory.
"Life is like a train ride." Then the other paused and laughed. "Actually, I wish life was as simple as a train ride. Then you'd know clearly where you're going, right?"
His memory ended there. Like the end of a video clip, his mind stopped playing that certain day's events at that certain point. Though, he couldn’t figure out why he cut the memory off there.
Now, returning to the present, he found himself sitting with his elbow propped up against the window sill, his curled fingers supporting his chin. He stared out the train.
Life is like a train ride, his companion had said. The companion he took a long and meaningful journey with a year ago.
If life was like a train ride, what if he couldn't see anything outside the window? A thick fog shrouded everything, every place the train ran past, in white density.
It was not like the segments of sunshine and segments of rainfall that lasted only over the span of a few miles. This fog lasted, stretching out for miles and miles. It didn't seem like it would end soon. It didn't seem like it was going away.
If life truly was like a train ride his companion had said, then did this obscurity he faced now apply to the part of his life he left untouched since that certain trip, or was it merely a manifestation of his unknown future?
END NOTES: (Hi-light to read)
Again. Ambiguous end.
Finally, after three long and restless days of driving, we arrived at our new home. Though, of course, the physical distance is not the only thing that tired me out. It’s also the mental distance, from realizing the new responsibilities I now have to finally accepting them. I never knew someone could grow up so fast within such a short time span.
In the distance, beyond this fog of a new life I am introduced to, I hear the sound of an aged life slowly creeping towards its end.
Word Count: 365
NOTES: Extra drabble to “Spring Tree Above the Village.” Strangeness.
"Life is like a train ride." Slender fingers touched the window glass. Their owner looked outside to the fresh autumn day. The sky cloudless and endlessly blue. The sun bright and hovering high above. "A very long train ride. It's sunny now, but who knows what's going to happen in another 30 miles? Maybe we'll get rain. Maybe even snow."
The bluenet turned and sent a sunny smile in his direction. Funny how he didn’t remember he, himself, being there when his friend spoke those words. But the other was there, in his memory. It was as if a photograph had been taken and someone had edited him out with Photoshop. In this case, maybe he was the one to edit himself out of this particular memory.
"Life is like a train ride." Then the other paused and laughed. "Actually, I wish life was as simple as a train ride. Then you'd know clearly where you're going, right?"
His memory ended there. Like the end of a video clip, his mind stopped playing that certain day's events at that certain point. Though, he couldn’t figure out why he cut the memory off there.
Now, returning to the present, he found himself sitting with his elbow propped up against the window sill, his curled fingers supporting his chin. He stared out the train.
Life is like a train ride, his companion had said. The companion he took a long and meaningful journey with a year ago.
If life was like a train ride, what if he couldn't see anything outside the window? A thick fog shrouded everything, every place the train ran past, in white density.
It was not like the segments of sunshine and segments of rainfall that lasted only over the span of a few miles. This fog lasted, stretching out for miles and miles. It didn't seem like it would end soon. It didn't seem like it was going away.
If life truly was like a train ride his companion had said, then did this obscurity he faced now apply to the part of his life he left untouched since that certain trip, or was it merely a manifestation of his unknown future?
END NOTES: (Hi-light to read)
Again. Ambiguous end.
Finally, after three long and restless days of driving, we arrived at our new home. Though, of course, the physical distance is not the only thing that tired me out. It’s also the mental distance, from realizing the new responsibilities I now have to finally accepting them. I never knew someone could grow up so fast within such a short time span.
In the distance, beyond this fog of a new life I am introduced to, I hear the sound of an aged life slowly creeping towards its end.