A story I started a long time ago. This is only the first chapter.
She was alone. Her mother had told her to leave, to find a new life. She had promised to find her, wherever she was. She gave her a quick hug and sent her out the door. No warning. Nothing. Now she was alone, with nothing more than the clothes on her back and no idea what to do next. Her name was Iris. She was in a train station, looking for some way to travel somewhere. Anywhere. The people were all around her, walking to their destinations. Some were families, with children or babies, and some were couples, walking side by side. But no one was alone, like she was. It made her feel even more alone than she had before. What was worse, she couldn’t think of any way to board a train. She had absolutely no money, save for a quarter in her pocket, which was not nearly enough to pay for a ticket. Go, Iris. Please. Find us a new life. I promise I’ll find you. Someone tapped her on the shoulder. Iris turned around, but there was no one there. Strange, she thought. I could’ve sworn - And that’s when she saw the train. It was an ordinary one, maybe a bit old-fashioned. It had a red engine pulling a green passenger car, and it pulled into the platform slowly. There didn’t seem to be anyone on board. But that wasn’t what made Iris curious. What made her curious was that there were no signs. The platform was unmarked. There wasn’t a schedule poster, or anything. Not even anyone at the ticket booth. Iris backed away as it jolted gently to a stop. No one got out. Iris walked to the nearest ticket booth. “Excuse me,” she said to the lady behind the counter, pointing at the strange train platform. “Where does that train go?” The woman narrowed her eyes. “What train?” “The one that just pulled in.” “We’re not expecting another train for five minutes, and it’s coming in over there.” She pointed the other way. “Platform 4.” “No, I mean the unmarked platform.” Iris pointed to the train. It was still there. The ticket seller looked at Iris like she had turned purple. “There’s no train there,” she said incredulously. “Those tracks have been closed down for over a hundred years now.” “Then why do I see a train?” The seller sighed. “Look, I don’t have time to deal with this. I get off this shift in fifteen minutes.” “Fine. I’ll get on the train myself.” Iris walked toward the train. She blinked. It was still there. She pinched herself, and winced. Not a dream. This was a real live train, and she was about to board it. The whistle blew. A call of “All aboard!” came from somewhere inside. The doors opened, and, taking a deep breath, Iris stepped on board. The doors closed behind her, as if the train knew that Iris would be its only passenger. Wherever this train was going, Iris would go with it. She just hoped it would be somewhere safe, where her mother could find her. But for now, all she could do was hope. The train jolted as it started moving again, and Iris sat down as it quickly began picking up speed. Soon, the countryside was flying by. Iris fell asleep dreaming about her new life.
Cool. Cool cool cool. - Abed Nadir
Six seasons and a movie!