Another good day. 3K words. Here is the usual daily excerpt.
TUBE, DRAFT 1, CHAPTER 23 (EXCERPT)
Neither of them noticed how they drifted off to sleep, and it was the grey light of dawn that woke Olesya. She gasped and sat up, startling Mitya.
“What is this,” she said under her breath.
“What’s what?” He asked sleepily.
Olesya breathed on the frozen window and wiped it in a circle with a sleeve pulled over her hand.
The train has stopped in the middle of an enormous junction. Endless train tracks spread in all directions, most of them auxiliary, rusted, out of use. And on those tracks sat trains, freight trains, passenger trains, one-story sleeper cars, two-story coach carriages, some attached to locomotives, others standing solo. There didn’t seem to be any order to them, or any logic as to why they would be standing here, except one.
They appeared to be discarded. Trains out of service. Broken, dilapidated. Trains that were dead.
“It looks like...a train cemetery,” breathed Olesya.
Mitya sucked in air. “Is there such a thing?”
“I don’t know. But it doesn’t look like there are any people around.”
“How do you know? Maybe there are.”
Olesya turned to look at him. “This is the first night that I slept all the way through,” she said breathlessly. “I slept, Mitya, I slept through it.” She allowed herself a small smile.
He raised his brows into a triangle. “That’s a good thing, right?”
“It’s a very good thing,” she noticed movement out of the corner of her eye and jerked, slamming both palms against the glass. “No. No-no-no, please.”
Hopping lightly across the tracks was Galka, a worn red backpack slung over her shoulder.
(Painting by @aronwiesenfeld.)