It had been almost two weeks since Joshua Kelly rode south from his family home in southeastern Missouri; leading his pack horse he was deep in thought. He had left the only home he had ever known because his father and mother didn't want him to become involved in the Bushwhackers Gang or the great Civil War that was raging across the country. It was especia...
Jack had arrived at the Railway Station at three minutes past nine. He had found a parking space in the station's car park. He was looking forward to seeing Beate. They had met on a dating site over four and a half years ago. They got on well together. They had shared intimate pictures. Then on Skype, they had masturbated online for each other. They were bot...
Whenever we get near the end of a vacation and are preparing to return home it gets a little stressful. Especially when my wife of 17 years and I are traveling with our two daughters. And one advantage of traveling by train is that you may have lots more luggage. Which of course means more to pack, haul and carry aboard yourself. And no sooner had we loaded...
I've never had an affair. That was the only thing I could think about: I've never had an affair. I'm 33. I've been with the same man since he was just a boy of 17. He sat behind me in chemistry and one day twirled his pencil in my hair. That was all it took, I told him years later. One playful moment and I was hooked. We went to the same college after hig...
It might have been the train, or perhaps her sheer boredom riding the Red Line all the way out to Shady Grove. Close in to DC the stops came up quite often and she must have spent her idle time watching the passengers entering and exiting the train. After Tinleytown and Friendship Heights, the stops began to stretch out as the train ran the rail toward and t...
Monday, Eleanor awoke early – the sky in the East had barely begun to lighten. Remaining under the covers, she stretched, deliberately lengthening from fingertips to toes. Physically, she was exhausted, but her mind raced with visions of what the day – especially her commute home – might hold. Memories of her subway ride the previous Friday evening flooded...
Sometimes as travel hither and there around the city on my way to this or that my mind wanders. I imagine myself journeying to impossible places on the back of a long, slithery, dust farting, jaw snapping underground dragon. I'm certain the subway is secretly scheming to skewer me on its ever-ready throbbing third rail. The subway is an entity and it plays...
Finally it was over, it was Sandra's last day at her current job. All she wanted to do was go home and relax for a few days before she started her new job. She was so happy she wouldn't have a long commute anymore. This would be her last ride on BART for a long time. 'I'm not going to miss this' she thought, as she got on the Richmond bound train, already ge...
Wake on this day surprised, can hear the train. Train no come until after vittles, well does some come during vittles, always when engineer is urged to be faster. Would reckon Gus was asked to get to the last town on his line right quick, and then back. Push Dan off the bed afore he wake then we are both rushing to get in cloth. In my case I am getting in t...
[note: a short chapter here, but a necessary aside before you begin. Most have figured out by now that my 'Adrian Leverkühn' moniker comes from Thomas Mann's Doctor Faustus. Fine, that's true enough. But I want to draw your attention to another work by Mann, The Magic Mountain. Note we're writing about Harry Callahan, or HC. The Magic Mountain is a sort of G...