What would the summery of this story be? It takes a train ’bout a…

Question Answered step-by-step What would the summery of this story be? It takes a train ’bout a… What would the summery of this story be? It takes a train ’bout a mile to come to a full stop. I get goin’ to my job, every day, and know that I could kill someone. Honestly, I could kill someone at any job. Not every plane stays flyin’ and every surgery in the hospitals is just a game of roulette. I guess I could kill someone when I’m not at my job, too- like if I’m just on my way to the grocery store and meet head-on with another car. The thing is, somethin’ like this has happened to a few of my buddies at work before. They all quit right after, and I’ve never seen any of ’em again. Their stories haunt me; every shadow on the track twists itself into the shape of a human, seemin’ to mock me. My eyes dread every bend and every turn I must make, my mind makin’ up what could lie ahead. I wish I could be Thomas- flashin’ a smile or helpin’ my friends out. But truthfully, I didn’t even know what to say to them when I found out. I couldn’t even look them in the eye. You see, there’s one stretch of track that everyone knows you don’t want to find yourself on. It’s where most of the suicides happen. We call it Headless Lane cause the one time they found a victim’s detached head- grin reachin’ from ear to ear. Just thinkin’ about that sight still gives me the creeps. I unfortunately have that route often, which just fuels my worry. The tracks are like a ladder to heaven- seemingly never endin’. Sometimes, I count the tracks, but always lookin’ ahead of me… 33,34,35,36— You never know when one day you’re countin’ the tracks, and then suddenly someone is standin’ there, blockin’ 37. And I don’t even honk my horn because my mind has played this scene over and over again and I already know the outcome. Arts & Humanities Writing COM 101 Share QuestionEmailCopy link Comments (0)