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I was on a train headed nowhere. A train headed somewhere. I had everything I needed. I had nothing. Sitting in a compartment fit for four, two other men joined me waiting four our fourth. The door slid open revealing a beautiful brunette not much taller than five feet. I wasn't the only one staring that is for damn sure. She was flawless. Her hair just to her shoulders, her breasts perfect and perky, her eyes the color of the ocean. She squeezed between me and the wall. It seemed as if this compartment for four should have really been a compartment for me and her. We all sat in an awkward silence that was appropriate for the time being. All catching the glare and stare of each of the other people in the closet of a room.
The silence was abruptly interrupted by a deep crackling voice booming from the speaker above. "Hello, one and all, headed nowhere. Please get acquainted with your roommates for the next few evenings. You are all hear for a reason now find out why. Goodbye for now," whispered the voice as the crackling of the speaker stopped and the loudest thing was the four different heart beats. No one wanted to be the first to speak; they would seem too eager to spill their life story.
I was the second to arrive after a shorter male with much stubble. He wore a black and white striped gown and cap. We didn't make eye contact until the female had graced us with her beauty. He wouldn't stop looking out the window, or maybe he was staring into his reflection looking for an answer. Waiting for himself to blink, I let him be. The other guy stumbled several minutes after me. I threw him an interested look, but he disregarded it and buried his nose in the newspaper. Revealing so much to uninterested people was a different feeling. One I had never experienced before. We all have are past lives and can tell however much we are willing to. We also have the choice of telling the truth.
"I'm the manager of a local business. I'm younger than thirty but older than twenty. My first love left me and it's never been the same since. I don't judge people."
Her voice was more hypnotizing than her deep blue eyes. Soft articulation with a gentle flow between words. Perfect pauses when needed. She was the bravest to break the silence.
"I'm a professional mascot. For football teams, beer and cigarette companies, and even fast food establishments. My age is a prime number between twenty-five and thirty. I've died twice."
He looked around at the three of us with a puzzled and shy look and then buried his nose back in the newspaper to avoid further eye contact. I could smell his fear. His nervousness lit up the room.
I looked back at the muscular man staring at his reflection. I'm yet to see him blink. I assumed that since we were going in order of last to arrive, that I was up. I didn't know what to say. I opened my mouth and nothing came out. Then I just stopped thinking about things and just let everything just happen naturally.
"I'm a writer. I love coffee. I'm a Scorpio from the year of the Tiger. I think to much and say too little."
I blinked and snapped back to consciousness. I had nothing to hide behind. So I pulled a deck of cards out from the magazine holder just below the window and violently shuffled them.
The man dressed in the black and white, horizontal striped gown finally broke his stare. Without saying a word, I could tell he had a raspy voice. Very tough built, but soft spoken. He seem terrified of everything except his own reflection.
"I'm a convict. I killed my family. I've never loved anyone. I'm twenty-nine years old. I want to trust all of you. Give me a reason to."
The speaker crackled again. "My name is Boris. I'm glad you have all gotten to know the basics. We have a live feed into each compartment and will be making frequent check ups. If you look under each of your cushions, you will find a menu. Please use the phone to call in your order. Thank you very much for cooperating." The crackling stopped. As hungry as I was, I had no intentions of finding the first menu.