We were heading back from the docks. My brother and I had spent the afternoon catching fish for our Dad to gut for dinner tonight. It wasn't the best thing to do. Especially being a fifteen year old girl who could get any guy. That's why my hair is up in a hat, and I'm wearing my dad's baggy overalls and rain boots that are four sizes to big. I was carrying the portable radio I had got for Christmas the previous year. Heroes by David Bowie was faintly playing. As my brother Cory and I walked home we didn't speak. We just let the music play. I was rather close to my brother. We would go to the docks as often as we could. When we were younger we built a tree fort and went on long treks in our forest. And even when we said nothing, we were still speaking. August was coming to an end and so were the long nights of camping, fires, fishing and going to the drive in to see new movies. We were a kilometre away from home when we heard a train chugging along I the distance. Cory was lightly swinging the bucket of fish while humming along to the song. Suddenly a tall dark figure ran out onto the train tracks about fifty meters ahead of us. The caution lights were blinking and the trains whistle was blowing loudly. "Hey, get off the tracks!" Cory bellowed. The figure stretched out their arms and ignored my brothers call. Cory dropped the bucket of fish and ran to the tracks. I didn't know if I should close my eyes or keep them open. Either way I wouldn't forget this moment. The train came barreling and Cory tried shoving the figure off. I stared into the light of the train. It was ten meters away. Cory shoved the figure off the tracks. And all I remember was the song playing in the distance.
