Lives on Trains - 6

She watched the empty bottle rolling around the floor, being jerked around incessantly by the interplay of momentum, direction and resistance. After a while, she began trying to predict which way it would go next, but the bottle almost always confounded her with its wild and rapid changes.

She waited for a long time, but nobody claimed it for their own, and neither did anybody pick it up and put it somewhere safe. The bottle continued its sad little dance, forced to go wherever the fates decreed, till finally a young boy stomped down on it and ended its misery.

* * * * * * * * * * *

Much later, she realised she had been watching the story of her recent life - tossed around by intangible forces that took her wherever they pleased; discarded by those who no longer felt she was useful to them; with nobody around to help pick her up and give her at least a few moments of stability.

She wondered what, eventually, would crush her too.


Shyam said...

Dark and bleak... what brought that on??

unpredictable said...

ouch. really. ouch.

Szerelem said...

"Tossed around life by intangible forces that took her wherever they pleased"

Me. :(

km said...

Szerelem: you usually have a camera wherever the intangible forces take you? :)

Red Phoenix said...

Thats a lovely post though it was dark and bleak... U have a great talent to write things....

Puppy Manohar said...

Dear ??!,

Sorry, but the thing that stood out in this post was the fact that the last sentence had two "eventually"s.


Puppy Manohar

??! said...

Not entirely sure. Which is possible a good thing.


Aww you. Go drool over Pamuk some more.

And what KM said. Atleast you get some good pictures of it.

red phoenix:
Thank you.

Dear Puppy:
Talk about blindspots. And the second was put in after editing. Thanks for the pointer.

And welcome back! How have you been?

Szerelem said...

km: Hah! No - only when I go to nice places. But work has been a bitch.