Untitled Story: Ch. 1

I was going somewhere, knowing where I was going, but not satisfied. I was looking forward to going. I had waited a long time to be going and I had known for a long time where I would be going.

In the process of going, I boarded a train. It was a quiet train, and there wasn’t much to do but look out the window at, first, the city, then, the country, going by, or, rather that which the train was going by. I was sitting in a seat, thinking about nothing. I thought about nothing for a long time.

After another long time had passed, we arrived at a train station. At first I got excited because I thought maybe it could be time to get off. I was soon disappointed as the conductor called out the name of a city which was not where I was going. It looked like an interesting little town, but not interesting enough to make me get off the train before I got to where I was going.

After all, there would be someone waiting to meet me when I got to where I was going. It wouldn’t be considerate to get off early and not be there to get off the train when it got to where I was supposed to be going. The person who would be there to meet me would not be very pleased to see that I was not on the train anymore.

So, I stayed on the train for a while longer. In fact, it was a long while. The train stopped five times before it arrived at the station where I was supposed to get off. I said goodbye to the family that I was sitting with on the train and wished them good luck in their endeavors. They did the same towards me, and I smiled and waved to them before stepping down out of the train.

As I walked towards the station, my friend came walking towards me. He smiled and waved and I smiled and waved back at him. He offered to take my bag, but I told him thank you but I would carry it. We walked through the station and out the front door to the parking lot. My friend pointed to a large, blue SUV and said that was his vehicle.

My friend, whose name is Chad, took my bag and put it in the back of the SUV. When he opened the cargo door, a large, handsome dog stuck his head up from the back seat and licked Chad’s hand. “Hello, Millie,” Chad said, and he patted the dog on the head. Then he took a step back and closed the door. We both got into the front seats and headed on our way down the road towards the town where Chad and Millie live.

Author: Gordon S. Bowman III

Writer, Visual Artist, Blogger, Advocate

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