Friday, August 15, 2008

journey of memory

He watched as the train from Haenertsberg edged into the tiny station. It was mid-March, and the change of season was apparent. A gust of wind managed to unravel some of the tarpaulin that covered the luggage rack. The sign for Platform 25 creaked ominously above the man's head.

A stranger approached him: "Mr. Van Oppenburg, your car has arrived, Sir."

Van Oppenburg felt the now familiar mixture of confusion and anxiety. His eyes searched the luggage at his feet for the tag that confirmed his identity.


Anonymous said...

experimenting without frills?


KimyaShafinaaz said...

writing exercises :)

i tend to 'pad' and 'headhop'

so this is an exercise in cleaning up my writing. or something :P

diatribe said...

this was cool. makes me want to read more. van the man :-P

greengirl said...

you c, you c, you seeeeeee

the lady can write! damn!

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