No network and no headphones. Just a broad, curved window and high speed gravity feed on steel rails south to the coast. Air conditioning and engines hum low in fluorescent brightness, blinking eyes narrow to reduce the brilliance as a standing man states his case:
"That's exactly how it went down . . . I can't believe that you can actually think that you are somehow in the right! You made it abundantly clear that I was unwelcome in the house and that you would not tolerate a contrary opinion . . . I want an apology for this, and that is all I'm going to say."
A sudden glimpse of blue gold across the green of the national park: a shimmer of light too bright to view directly . . . like those memories that match.
© felix ratcliff 2011
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Was an apology delivered?
ReplyDeleteDunno! Standing man alighted some stops from my destination and looked like someone who would stick to his guns . . .
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