The train was speeding along at helluva pelt. I was in conversation with a fellow traveller.

What’s your pastime, I asked.

Spotting the planes in the night sky.

Pretty interesting!

Sometimes they’re so very far off that you don’t get any sound at all. I imagine those who people its interior.

Have you ever been on a plane?

No. You see, in my dreams I often see them crashing. In real life, when a plane passes overhead, I keep looking at it till it goes out of sight. I then remember my dream, and begin to worry about its safety.

First published in f3

Leave a Comment

Your email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *

This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.