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Not sure there is a train to Nagasaki. But there is in my mind.
After hearing "Train to Nagasaki", Rebecca Williams, a talented friend and fellow musician, wrote a beautiful and haunting short story for it.
I want to share it with you.
Charlie
She took her seat. The train started moving, slowly at first and then as it picked up momentum, she felt a surge of regret. Nothing could stop the events from unfolding now. Her home city, Fukuoka, melted away. Replaced by fields of rice and sweet potatoes dotting the small strip of farm land between the tracks and the mountains. She watched it all speed by hardly blinking, mesmerized in a trance of disbelief.
The man next to her, holding her hand, brought it up to his mouth and kissed it, affectionally looking into her face. Awakened from her dreaming, she tried to return similar feelings to him, though she couldn't quite understand what she was suppose to be feeling.
Some soldiers sat in the row in front of her. She thought of her brother somewhere in the south Pacific. What would be his fate? One of the soldiers had yesterday's newspaper, heavy with headlines of a super bomb that had blown up Hiroshima just the day before. What is the world coming to? No one really understood the descriptions. Words like "totally gone" and "nothing left" couldn't be grasped in relation to a whole city.
Two days prior she had been married to this man next to her. Her family had planned it all. Even in this time of war. She was still worried about leaving her family. It was all so different now. What does the future hold? Her mind racing as reality set in. Soon she would be in her new home with this man, whom she barely knew.
She looked into her husband's face and thought she saw his own questions as they rushed towards their life in Nagasaki.
After hearing "Train to Nagasaki", Rebecca Williams, a talented friend and fellow musician, wrote a beautiful and haunting short story for it.
I want to share it with you.
Charlie
She took her seat. The train started moving, slowly at first and then as it picked up momentum, she felt a surge of regret. Nothing could stop the events from unfolding now. Her home city, Fukuoka, melted away. Replaced by fields of rice and sweet potatoes dotting the small strip of farm land between the tracks and the mountains. She watched it all speed by hardly blinking, mesmerized in a trance of disbelief.
The man next to her, holding her hand, brought it up to his mouth and kissed it, affectionally looking into her face. Awakened from her dreaming, she tried to return similar feelings to him, though she couldn't quite understand what she was suppose to be feeling.
Some soldiers sat in the row in front of her. She thought of her brother somewhere in the south Pacific. What would be his fate? One of the soldiers had yesterday's newspaper, heavy with headlines of a super bomb that had blown up Hiroshima just the day before. What is the world coming to? No one really understood the descriptions. Words like "totally gone" and "nothing left" couldn't be grasped in relation to a whole city.
Two days prior she had been married to this man next to her. Her family had planned it all. Even in this time of war. She was still worried about leaving her family. It was all so different now. What does the future hold? Her mind racing as reality set in. Soon she would be in her new home with this man, whom she barely knew.
She looked into her husband's face and thought she saw his own questions as they rushed towards their life in Nagasaki.
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Feter
impressive how you try new scales in music and
place and new eras ..very haunting and drawing
a very grey picture ..fabulous writing , thnx
alot for sharin !!!!!