DREAM
NINE
The
ancient bus stutters to a halt, I get out and start to run up the hill. It’s
raining hard and someone’s chasing me. I hate running and I hate rain, but most
of all I hate hills. I can hear a man behind me, he’s shouting and he’s
catching me fast. I reach the top of the hill and jump over an old stone wall,
big mistake I realise, as I reach out and grab the overhead electric railway
cable to break my fall. Just then I sense a train coming towards me, without
thinking I let go of the cable and land on top of the speeding locomotive. I
lie flat, clinging on for dear life, I’m soaking wet now and it’s still pouring
with rain. After a few minutes the train pulls into a country station and I
manage to clamber down onto the platform. I make my way outside, and board a
waiting bus. The driver looks familiar, but I sit down near the back and hope
the heater will help me get dry. The bus starts to move, but I have no idea
where we are going. It creaks and groans as it begins to wind its way up a long
wooded road. We overtake a cross country runner; I know I've
seen him someplace before, but when and where? The bus is making a horrible gurgling
noise now, and it all comes flooding back to me as the ancient bus stutters to
a halt.
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