Post by Sapphira on May 22, 2008 22:11:26 GMT 1
Another idea that just popped into my head - it's not very good, but i hoope you like it anyway. Please comment!!
I should also mention that it's a 1/1, so this is just a random one-off... enjoy...
The train moved rhythmically over the formulaic tracks. The sun was beginning to rise and it cast a cerise glow through the window. Carl’s forehead was leant against this window, his back to engine, staring at the county he had just left for his business trip to Birmingham. As he gazed back into Yorkshire, he also reflected on past memories, memories, that had he taken a different track, would have been different. He would not have been sitting alone. He would have been standing alone. He would not have been living alone.
“Where you off?”
“I’ve got to get away, Carl. Rosemary’s got it in for me and the police are using me as a fall guy.”
“Was this your bright idea Eli?”
“No, it was my idea. Carl… argh… there’s something I haven’t told you.”
“What?”
“Don’t tell him!”
“When I did a runner on Christmas Day… there’s at least three hours I’ve blanked out. But I swear, Carl, I swear, I didn’t kill him.”
“Get out of the van.”
“Why?”
“Just get out of the van.”
“Alright.”
“You stupid cow! Why didn’t you tell me?”
“I didn’t think you’d believe me.”
“I believe you. Come here.”
He could have changed it. He could have told her how he felt, instead of pulling her into that unromantic, comforting hug. But he hadn’t.
And he had only himself to blame.
If only he’d have… if only. It was a game too often played. The ‘If only…’ game, the ‘What if’ game. Those beginnings of sentences all too familiar.
“I wish I could just…”
“If I could turn back time…”
“If only I hadn’t…”
“If only I had…”
“If only…”
“If only.”
It was just a game. A pointless game. A game of thinking, hoping, yearning, longing.
“Carl! Carl!”
“What?!”
”You’ve got to come back. People are beginning to twig. Chas is already half way there and – “
“You don’t get it do you? I can’t! Matthew can’t even bear to be in the same room as me! Chas? I can’t look at her. I have to tell her the truth.”
“Carl you can’t! Think about this for a minute!”
“It’ll destroy us if I don’t! I have to tell her.”
“Tell me what?”
Coward. He didn’t tell her. He could have done but he hadn’t. He couldn’t tell her that he loved her, that she was the single most beautiful thing he had seen.
He was tainted with guilt and his blood was dark.
He had hurt her one time too many, and there was no turning back.
There were no alternative train tracks.
I darken my shadow to cover up regret
But the train tracks still lie straight.
I should also mention that it's a 1/1, so this is just a random one-off... enjoy...
TRAIN TRACKS
The train moved rhythmically over the formulaic tracks. The sun was beginning to rise and it cast a cerise glow through the window. Carl’s forehead was leant against this window, his back to engine, staring at the county he had just left for his business trip to Birmingham. As he gazed back into Yorkshire, he also reflected on past memories, memories, that had he taken a different track, would have been different. He would not have been sitting alone. He would have been standing alone. He would not have been living alone.
“Where you off?”
“I’ve got to get away, Carl. Rosemary’s got it in for me and the police are using me as a fall guy.”
“Was this your bright idea Eli?”
“No, it was my idea. Carl… argh… there’s something I haven’t told you.”
“What?”
“Don’t tell him!”
“When I did a runner on Christmas Day… there’s at least three hours I’ve blanked out. But I swear, Carl, I swear, I didn’t kill him.”
“Get out of the van.”
“Why?”
“Just get out of the van.”
“Alright.”
“You stupid cow! Why didn’t you tell me?”
“I didn’t think you’d believe me.”
“I believe you. Come here.”
He could have changed it. He could have told her how he felt, instead of pulling her into that unromantic, comforting hug. But he hadn’t.
And he had only himself to blame.
If only he’d have… if only. It was a game too often played. The ‘If only…’ game, the ‘What if’ game. Those beginnings of sentences all too familiar.
“I wish I could just…”
“If I could turn back time…”
“If only I hadn’t…”
“If only I had…”
“If only…”
“If only.”
It was just a game. A pointless game. A game of thinking, hoping, yearning, longing.
“Carl! Carl!”
“What?!”
”You’ve got to come back. People are beginning to twig. Chas is already half way there and – “
“You don’t get it do you? I can’t! Matthew can’t even bear to be in the same room as me! Chas? I can’t look at her. I have to tell her the truth.”
“Carl you can’t! Think about this for a minute!”
“It’ll destroy us if I don’t! I have to tell her.”
“Tell me what?”
Coward. He didn’t tell her. He could have done but he hadn’t. He couldn’t tell her that he loved her, that she was the single most beautiful thing he had seen.
He was tainted with guilt and his blood was dark.
He had hurt her one time too many, and there was no turning back.
There were no alternative train tracks.
I darken my shadow to cover up regret
But the train tracks still lie straight.
THE END
