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TUBE, DRAFT 1, CHAPTER 24 (EXCERPT)
The orange body of a diesel locomotive sat four railways across from them. Galka trekked to its rusty head and pounded on the exhaust grille. Waited. Curled her hand around the safety rail and nimbly hoisted herself up, tiptoed to the window, looked in. Turned around and walked the length of the gangway, vaulted to the ground, waved to someone.
Olesya unfroze. With a cry she leapt out of bed, scrambling over startled Mitya, ran out of the room and skid down the stairs, barefoot.
“What?” He called after her. “What is it?”
“Galka is leaving, look out in the window! She’s wearing a red backpack!” Olesya skidded to a halt, gripped the metal handle and tugged. It didn’t move, locked. She pressed her face to the glass and started pounding on it with both hands.
“Galka! Over here! Look at me! Get away from it! Take your backpack off! Off!” She mimicked the motion, but Galka didn’t see her. She scuttled up the rail, arms outstretched, toes pointed, positioning one foot in front of the other like a gymnast on a balance beam.
Up ahead stood a cluster of coach cars that could be or could not be attached to a locomotive. Olesya craned her neck to see. The view was cut off by the black rim of the window. She fogged up the glass with her breath, her guts swirling, her head pounding with blood, unsure what to do, how to get Galka’s attention, how to prevent the inevitable.
“Let me out!” She hammered the door with both fists. “Papa, please! Don’t do this!”
The floor rumbled and moved under her feet.
The train started moving slowly and stealthily, rolling in step with Galka’s pace, as if making it easier for Olesya to see. She heard footsteps behind her and didn’t even turn her head, thinking it was Mitya.
“There, see her?” She asked, pointing.
Galka came abreast of the rear car and made a foray to the switch where the tracks crossed and branched out. She leapfrogged across, slipped, and buckled. Her foot wedged in the narrow gap between the frog and the winged rail. The tracks shifted with a screech. Olesya couldn’t hear the sound, but she imagined it, the crunching and the splintering of bones. Galka tilted her head and hollered in agony, then jackknifed and tugged on her leg, before collapsing onto the embankment, her knee stuck out like a warning sign.