Christian: It was early the next morning
Janie: I rolled up my pant legs then waded into the creek, the water cold against my feet.
Christian: I stepped out of the small shack we were staying in and was immediately blinded blinded by the early morning sun.
Janie: I waded further into the creek, the small rocks poking into my skin.
Christian: "Whatcha doin'?" I asked with a concerned look on my face.
Janie: "Tryna catch some wiggly wiggly fish."
Christian: "Alright.." I step into the water reluctantly and join Janie on her quest for fish.
Janie: I make a move to walk further in but slip on a some mud and fall backwards.
Christian: "Janie..." I looked at Janie with all determination in my eyes gone. "It's gonna take hours to catch just one fish."
Janie: "HAH!" I raised my hand showing Christian a single trout fish, its weird little fish eyes were staring at him. "Bitch."
Christian: I could hear a faint train whistle in the distance.
Janie: I stood up from the creek, dripping wet and looked around. "What?"
Christian: "A train." I crawled out of the water, freezing cold.
Janie: "Think fast." I called out, whipping the fish at Christians face. "We can catch a train," I suggested following him out.
Christian: I barely catch the fish as a wave of relief washes over me.
Janie: I pulled my soaking hair up into a ponytail and attempted to clean my glasses."Did you hear where it came from?"
Christian: "It seems like it came from the West." I say looking at my compass.
Janie: I nod and run to the shack, grabbing our shit. "Lead on!"
Christian: I take off running towards the train.
Janie: They ran from the shack, following the noises of the train. It grew louder and louder they realized it was stopping. A few workers were loading some crates onto the train. "What now?"
Christian: "We sneak on." I immediately started sneaking over to the open cargo door.
Janie: I toss our bags onto the train, keeping a lookout to make sure we're not seen.
Christian: I crawled onto the train and sat against the walls of the train cart.
Janie: I followed in suit, glancing around the trains compartment. Hay and crates. "Classy."
Christian: The train started up and we were off to a whole new place.
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We're Tighter Than Bark On A Mega Tree
EspiritualBecause We're tighter than bark on a tree; A dramatic novel, based on true events. A swooning maiden, and a decaying corpse.