Musings Part Two

   Soporific rumbling of the wheels across the tracks. Sun setting slowly. The end of the day approaches. The end of another day. No different from the last. No different from tomorrow. Why? Where is the reason? Why are they so happy out there? They have nothing. They have nothing but smiles on their faces…

Musings Part One

   Staring out of the window on a rainy day, the author glimpsed the beauty of his soul. It watched him from the hedgerow, smiling back at him, knowingly. A glint in its eye. Imagining he thought. Surely I’m imagining things. Again. Why is is that they won’t leave me alone to be? The watchers.…