He Couldn't Take His Eyes Off It - John Fetto

He couldn’t take his eyes off the train rolling towards him. It swung out from behind the wire gates, orange nose straightening towards where he sat cross legged on the tracks. He watched, waiting for the conductor to see him, waiting for the brakes to squeal, the engine slowing to a stop, feet, perhaps inches from him, but stop it must because he wasn’t going to move. He had told them so before he sat on the tracks and a crowd had gathered out at the naval weapons station, waving signs. Even they thought the train would stop. Everyone did, until it rose up and loomed over him like a falling wall.