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‘On the Rerouted Train’

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Finally she heard her mother’s voice on the other end. “Rena?” echoed over the phone. Her voice had a trace of pain but was eager too. Rena swallowed heavily before finally answering.

“Mommy,” She started as she once again pushed her hair out of her face. “Ma, I’m ready to come home.” She finished and that’s when it all came completely together once again. She would go back on track. Her train was on the right route once again. And the train suddenly started again. The roaring of the tracks. The screeching sound as the metal scraped together. The rhythmic pounding sound as the train powerfully drove down its right track.

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4 Responses to “‘On the Rerouted Train’”

  1. Chaya Hinda Fradel Meira says:

    This is Amazing! I’m so proud of you Sora Alti!

  2. Rochelle says:

    Well written but not so realistic…

  3. saracircus1 says:

    Wow! Amazing!

  4. Atara says:

    Alti, this is AMAZING!!!! you are such a good writer, its not even normal!!

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The sudden jerk of the train woke Rena up with a start. She blinked a couple of times realizing she was still on the subway. Her head was pounding from the roar of the tracks. She adjusted her headphones letting the music echo heavily in her ears. Rena closed her eyes again trying to ignore the headache which just wouldn’t go away.

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