Posted on: September 12th, 2009 Ribbons. Lightning.

by Joanne Merriam

She saw it coming from the dome: the train like a wide, metallic bolt of lightning, and the people on the bridge. If they started running right away, that second, they just might make it. She shouted at them, the thick metal and glass around her a drum for her voice to echo in.

Their suits were like little universes: no sound from outside. On Earth, they’d have heard the train, she thought. Their backs stubbornly faced the danger, and then were swallowed up by it.

A woman entered the room and said, “hello,” but she ignored her, tears coursing down her face. “Oh, look!” the woman said. “Isn’t that beautiful! I wonder what it is.” The fabric of their suits had caught in the wheels, and, ripped and fluttering in the train’s wake, spun there, reflecting both suns in searing flashes.

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2 Responses to “Ribbons. Lightning.”

  1. Joanne Merriam › the train like a wide, metallic bolt of lightning, and the people on the bridge Says:
    September 13th, 2009 at 12:44 pm

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  2. Joanne Merriam › the train like a wide, metallic bolt of lightning, and the people on the bridge Says:
    September 13th, 2009 at 12:44 pm

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  3. Adam Says:
    September 16th, 2009 at 6:49 pm

    Entertaining and brutal; a stellar combination.

  4. Adam Says:
    September 16th, 2009 at 6:49 pm

    Entertaining and brutal; a stellar combination.