The driving rain lashed the battered windscreen streaming like the hordes of Beelzebub in the dark and ominous dark of the dark night. Bolts of lightning periodically exploded lighting up the dark and gloomy night like some deranged press photographer taking unnecessary photographs in the dark night. The eternal roaring of the diesels screaming loudly at full volume as we attacked the grade like a shouting attacking Spartan army drowned out absolutely everything except for the unending and incessant clicking staccato of the gleaming steel wheels on the resisting armour of the defeated rails.
Another flash from the celestial photographer’s camera revealed a herd of hadrosaurs sheltering under a stand of trees by the glistening track. On the opposite side the dull red sullen glow of the volcano revealed a large tyrannosaur arching its head upward so the rain ran in creeks down its scaly neck as it roared very loudly at the full moon and cold sharp stars above. I knew I had to make the grade; to stall here would be instant and immediate slashing death with lots of pain and teeth. Only another half mile and the grade would ease, relenting, giving up its stubborn gravitational grip on my slowing freight train. The speedometer needle flicked like a drunken bum wobbling his way home late Saturday night, ten, nine, eight... We had to keep going and make the summit, we just had to...
”Dad says do the garbage NOW!”
My cheesey smiled brother’s face peered around the door. I pressed PAUSE and stood up to comply with my father’s orders.
“Don’t touch nothin’ in here while I’m gone ya little snitch or I’ll paste ya.”
Cheers
Nix
