( Story # 9 The Train)

In the short story called The Train there is an atmosphere of waiting for time to pass but time passes so slowly its seems to be almost like it is standing still. The characters are a random group of people that seem to be thrown together by chance because of the train and then after a few minutes of interaction, they are separated when the train starts moving. These people have nothing in common with each other except for watching the clock, waiting for the train and having an urgent desire and need to get away from the place.
I have been in a situation when I was one of a random bunch of people, thrown together by chance. The people there were part of my life for a few minutes, there was no interaction with them and I can not even remember details of what they wore or remember what they really looked like. It was all like a blur of color but without any mood or feelings. We just met in passing and then each went their own ways like in the expression two ships crossing the sea at night.