The Train by Mark Antony Raines

The Train...                                                                                         (Why am I standing on this platform,how did I get here)are The questions I am asking in my head to myself for I am standing on this train station platform without a soul to be found .The creaking of the platform sign and the whistling of the wind flowing through the empty station is disturbing.I hear the sounds of a steam engine thundering down the track ,whistles,clickly,clack, clicky,clack  then a  mist of stream and a small of burnt coal soot fill the air and appearing out of it emerges  a old stream engine from yesteryear .The steam engine comes to a halt at the platform,I await for passengers to depart from the carriages but nothing is happening. The first class carriage door opens as if to gesture me to come abroad,I look around once more and still the nothingness surrounding me ,I decide I have nowt to lose so I enter the first class carriage and sit down on the plush red seats and await my fate.I hear a click of a clock and train starts to spring to action and burst into life.Clicky,Clack,Clicky,Clack,Clicky,Clack ,whistles and steam then The train comes back to the station platform where I came aboard ,I have come around in a full circle.(What is happening I scream ).Then a long wait then again that click of a clock and yet again I and The train spring into action.Mark is sitting down in his chair with is legs up smiling to himself as the Flying Scotmans Clock strikes the hour and train goes around the edge making stream engines noises on the hour .The End.