The low rumbling of a train goes by. It is not so loud that it overtakes everything, but it is loud enough to be present; to be there, in presence, making itself known and reminding us of its existence as it goes past to whichever destination that it needs to get to in order to carry the passengers that reside on it to a place that they need to go to for whatever reason it is that takes their fancy on this morning.
The train moves at a pace that it needs to. Not so fast that it breaks the timetable, but not so slow that it ends up holding up the others that wait behind it, if they were to be waiting for the train to move, that is.
The trains stretches off into the distance, following the tracks, letting them carry it forward as it accelerates and decelerates as necessary. There is only the motion of forward for the train at this time of day. Forward to a new destination. To new stations, where people will embark and disembark. The train shall carry them and move them around whilst they become stationary within the moving vehicle.
The train is seen, it is felt, it is heard. Its presence is known to all who hear it, who see it, who wait for it to arrive to carry them away, or wait to see it pass by. Some will be trainspotting, waiting for not just this train, but many others to pass on by their location of being.
The train shall pass others. There shall be some that are going in the same direction, at least for a little while, whereas others will be heading in other directions. They shall cross paths but they do not meet, for there are routes to be completed and people that need to be dropped off.
The train makes itself known as it moves on past everything. When given the opportunity to go fast, fast is how it moves. There is a lot of ground to cover and the train needs to take whatever opportunity that it can get.
At times the train will seem like it is gliding over the tracks. Little effort seems to pervade its wheels as it moves along, almost silent. At other times there will seem to be some sort of high-pitched grinding sound that does not quite sound like the train is grinding on the tracks, but at the same time it does. However, this sound comes from the trains motion across the metal in which it needs to use in order to follow the tracks and routes set out for it.
The train moves along at a pace faster than walking. It makes a low, rumbling sound as it passes by. It is not loud enough to be something that takes over all, but it is definitely there, serving as a reminder of a train passing by, carrying passengers to whichever destination to which they are heading.
The time it took to write five-hundred words: 07:52:86
A very simple bit of fiction.
Is it fiction?
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