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Homebound

The night had set in and it was dark, only the low blue glow of the horizon, and the moon and stars above lighted my path. I peeked out from behind a bush at a train car in crawling motion. I ran and jumped and grabbed hold of a railing.

Stepping onto the median, I looked into the train car on my left and then on my right, but it was too dark to see anything. Upon stepping into the train car on my right, a candle lit only a foot from where I stood, now froze. Another and then another and another yet lit up until, all around the small boxcar, 12 candles had lit and I could see the faces of those who held them.

The twelve members sitting around the boxcar were clearly of a gang; they all held guns and knives. My fight or flight kicked in and I wasn’t about to take on twelve gangmen by myself, so I dove into the shrubbery behind me, outside of the car, and watched as the train puffed into the night.

I guess I am not making it home tonight.

By Allison Mickel

Popp!nTalk is a place I share all of my love and positive thoughts to stand out from all the negative and give you a place to put up your feet and rest- Whether that be during the workweek or on the weekends. Easy, quick reads to give you a smile and something pleasant to think about. Unique, entertaining, positive. Live on :) #loveisaverb

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