At one point the train stopped for several minutes and some guy came on the intercom and mumbled something in a very low voice that nobody could understand. I don't have any idea what he said, but my imagination happily filled in the blanks.
"Two trains have collided on the tracks ahead of us. We may be stranded for days. Please be patient."
I took that opportunity to drink it all in. The woods on either side, the narrow car, the feeling of the seat I'd be stuck in for the next three days.
It was just like 'Murder on the Orient Express'! Only without a world-famous detective. Or a really cool train. Or snow. Or a murder.
Next stop on the Broadway Express, Theatrecamp, CT.
Rapture.
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2 comments:
What play are you in? Don't get bitten by a tick this time!
Have you read the short story by Mark Twain entitled "Cannibalism in the Cars"?
It might make for some fun light reading during your imaginary three-day locomotive hiatus.
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