Eyes In The Snow
The wheels of the locomotive clicked against the rails, thk-thk, thk-thk, along the tracks as the popular boxcar rattled its way down the path, snowy trees hiding the horizon, making the world feel like it was but a single lane of foliage in an empty, dim-skied world. “That sound ain’t real, you know.” Rupert looked back, annoyed. “The hell ya talkin’ about now, Ernie?” “The clack of the rails.” Lauren gave them both a confused look. “How- What do you mean it isn’t real?” “I mean , that noise was a byproduct of rails being assembled in multiple pieces back in the day.” Ru...
