My lungs burn as I round the corner, the damnable soles of my expensive shoes skidding on the concrete, driving me to my knees. The raking breaths burning in my lungs matches the burn on my palms when I stop my fall with my hands, a hot white bolt shooting up my arms.
I shoot a backward glance, down the dark stairs, suck in my breath and hold it against my pounding heart. Silence and night.
My vision smears the lights in their neat, white globes as I fight back to my feet. No time. No time!
I shoot back to my feet and pound forward, coattails flapping in my slipstream. The station isn’t bright enough, but it’s not dark either. I’ve been in Podunk towns where a single bare bulb swung from an exposed wire wearing a flattened stainless steel funnel hat. The fluorescent bars here offered some illumination at least.
It just doesn’t feel bright enough.
I glance back again, confronted now by the turnstiles and pay booths. They’re unmanned. I check the rest of the area.
No guard. My heart sinks.
I spring over the turnstiles and yank my straining body up the concrete stairs by the cold iron handrail beside me. It stings my scraped hands as I launch myself faster up the flight to a landing, a break in the climb before another set of steps taunts me.
I freeze for a split second.
Did I hear something? Something coming, from behind me?
My adrenalin jumps another notch and scorches my veins. My heart flutters and I dart up the second flight, trying to keep up the pace, but slowing. The platform is at the top, but the loading area is far from where passengers vomit out of the stairwell. Dimly, something far in the recesses of my mind realizes this isn’t ADA compliant as I push with my arms while racing with my leaden legs up the stairs.
Then I do hear it. Clear, definitive, something banging and grinding behind me.
My feet skid on the corner of the stair riser and bark my shins. I scream out, no longer caring what hears me, and I push through the pain. I feel the warm trickle of blood down my shin, and know I’ll leave a trail behind me.
I can’t care.
The sound grows to a din now, and then there’s a scream, a wailing howl like metal dragging over metal, and I can smell the thing now. I can’t look back, I have to press on, move, move, dammit, move!
It’s on me, I can see it as I round the corner of the platform, my damn shoes betraying me again, and I hit one knee on the ground while my feet still scrabble for purchase. I launch myself up, but my equilibrium’s gone and I fall into the brick wall just under the schedule.
Too late! Too, too late!
The shriek sounds again, and the klaxon bangs a tattoo of hopelessness against my ears. In huff it’s moving, foul air rushing into my face and blowing back my hair. It gains speed in an instant, and I fall, helpless, to the cold floor of the platform as it rushes to me, and then past me.
I watch the train’s lights vanish into the night, down the dark tracks, and groan when I see the schedule above me.
Next one’s not due for an hour.
I misread the prompt, too. It said, “plane,” not “train.” *Sigh* Oh well.
2 thoughts on “Race”
Fun! (Been there.)
Me, too, Karen! Thank you for stopping by and letting me know you enjoyed it. 🙂
This is some super action! I was reading so fast I had to stop myself and slow down a bit. I’m glad it didn’t turn out to be the monster it sounded like was chasing him. 🙂
Hi, Deanna! It’s been a long time! I’m glad you had fun with it, and thank you for the feedback! I very much appreciate it. 🙂