A Night Aboard The Train

   Nightfall loomed over the desert, its cool sand spanned far and wide, releasing swarms of reptiles and other nocturnal hunters. The black sky punctured with light from shining stars distanced so very far away.  A powerful noise came rushing along over the rail road, a train. Its booming gears swiftly putting an end to the silence. The hammering of its heavy wheels, the rumbling of the diesel engine, and the puffing of smoke from its bronze tipped funnel; all the audible functions of the locomotive linked together to make the unmistakable melody that is a train.

   On the inside of the train all warm and cosy within their respected carriages are the ticket buyers. They are deaf to the automated symphony that is their transportation. The fine guys and gals, who sit up the front, pass their time with idle chatter of the latest theatre premiere and business discussions about the stock market latest rise and fall. Tasteful dishes are ordered by a wave of the hand and served to them on a shimmering platter at their leisure. Steaming steaks bleeding over the plate, cool wine and bubbling champagne dribbles into tall glasses. 

   Following but a few train cars behind are the middleclass passengers. While they do not revel in the lap of luxury as the first class do, they still have a pleasant time aboard. Sleeping babies and tiring children are wrapped tightly in warm blankets, to ward away the cold; soundless as they rest nestled in the peaceful comfort of their parent’s arms. While the children lay with their yawning heads on the parents legs.

   Further down, in the carts designed for the luggage of the people, are those who caught the (train name) as it left its crowded station. Youths who want nothing more than to enjoy the moving scenery of the Basin Desert until they ride back to their home station. The presences of the friends were a mystery to all other passengers; to everyone but the conductor. He knew of the group, harbouring away in the back of his convoy. They weren’t the first and they sure won’t be the last, but he doesn’t mind. Let them enjoy their night on board the train.