Running on Railroads

George is running again.

George hates planes. She hates the bus. She hates her old pick up truck. She hates the sound her feet make when they touch concrete. But her hatred beats all when it comes to pages that are folded to be used as bookmarks. Certain pages are forever bended no matter how hard she tries to flatten them. Certain books that are held close to her chest as she climbs her fifth train, the only transportation she is able to bare. All books come to an end, the book cover met at the end proves that. George is not ready to let go of the words formed for her enjoyment, she's not ready to let go of the stories. She doesn't want to be saved by her knight in shining armor, but in her story she doesn't have a choice.

George Massot is seventeen years old and high on beginnings. The beginnings of books, the beginnings of movies, and the beginnings of the five lives she has created for herself.

Dylan Bates is high on his tenth cigarette.

''Everything has a ending'' he says the smoke from his cig diminished by his foot now covering it as he looked back up into a pair of two persistent brown eyes.

''It doesn't have to''