2011-03-26
Pt 1
The train shook and swayed on it's tracks. Suspended above empty cranes, gravel pits and the supernatural orange glow spotting the slick streets like dying suns. Ghostly howls and piercing shrieks as the train gained speed, jostling it's riders sending a shiver of unease through nancys body, raising the hair on her neck and causing her heart to flutter.
The bowl she had smoked on her bed an hour before lent a haze to her thoughts, which were tilted further by the icy pint of pale yellow beer she had downed in under five minutes at the bar she passed regularly on her way out. she had cleared a space for herself, pushing aside plastic dishes half filled with popcorn and highball glasses sticky with spilled bar mix, before signalling over the boy with the long hair and the string tie.
tinteardrop at 8:26 p.m.