Interactale 1: Memory of a Night Train

Just when he boarded the train and the doors closed, he suddenly forgot what his name was; where he wanted to go; why he was on this train in early morning.

Art by Emii-Sama: http://noresoultion.deviantart.com/

Art by Emii-Sama: http://noresoultion.deviantart.com/

The only thing he was certain of, the only thing that made any sense, was that he wanted a cup of coffee. He didn’t know who he was or where he was going, but he recognized the smells of strong coffee, and knew instantly he needed some. He followed the aroma toward the back of the car that he was in and saw in the next car that they were serving coffee, along with food and other refreshments. He watched a man go to the counter, stick his hand in his pockets, retrieve a funny-looking piece of paper, and hand it to the person who was apparently in charge of dispensing coffee. He stuck his own hand in his pocket and fished around, looking to see if he had any of the funny-looking paper himself.

With his wrinkled forehead, a bunch of coins held in the palm of his hands, he raised his chin to the man behind the counter and asked for a cup of coffee. Back in his seat, he ran his long slim fingers through his dark receding hair and began to search his trouser, jacket, and raincoat side pockets. However, apart from a few more coins, they were empty. Sipping his espresso, he felt a sting in his chest. With his left hand clenching his lapels, he felt a protruding pin from a small badge, attached to his jacket. With raised eyebrows on impulse, he took the serviette from around his coffee paper cup, extracted the badge pin, and began to examine the blood on his shirt. There was something bulky in his inside pocket and he took out a shaded brown crocodile skin wallet which, when opened, he snapped it shut!

He cast a troubled gaze into the emptiness of the seat before him and stayed fixed upon the prosaic canvas of fatigued gray fabric while his body, showing only faint signs of life whenever brought with the momentum from every shift and turn demanded by the journey to who-knows-where, took form of the most common and peripheral component to train-travel.  Several minutes of quiet seriousness passed—or at least he suspected—until he felt oblivion starting to settle in once more. He reopened the wallet, delicately, staring at a timeworn piece of paper cradled between the leather folds.

The paper had some writing on it. He stared at it, hoping over time the words on the paper would make sense. However, after a while, his eyes began to blur, so he neatly folded the paper and placed it back in the wallet. The rhythmic motion of the train soon had him feeling drowsy. His sleep was not a peaceful one and was haunted with frightening dreams and imagery. He awoke with a jolt, unaware of how much time had passed. He noticed the scenery had changed dramatically from the bleak gray and black industrial landscape to rolling hills bathed in purplish twilight.

“Andrew has Alzheimer’s. Call Rebecca: (951) 272-3900.”

The train had stopped for a while, and he figured out what the note was. At first, he considered calling the number and asking if there was a Rebecca there, but that was nuts. He’d been tricked similarly before and refused to fall for it again.

“Last stop, sir. You can’t stay on the train,” said a train employee. He felt himself tear up at this, but bravely ignored it. He waited until some other people in uniforms came and took him by the hand, pulling him up and leading him out of the train.

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Participant Writers

Denise Carey-Costa: http://www.examiner.com/animal-rescue-in-orlando/denise-carey-costa
Victor Paul Scerri: http://www.nicewriters.com
Dave Scotese: http://litmocracy.com/
Don Eminizer: http://litmocracy.com/
Vincent Sobotka: http://www.vincentsobotka.com/

Artwork

Emii-Sama: http://noresoultion.deviantart.com/

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5 comments for “Interactale 1: Memory of a Night Train

  1. October 20, 2013 at 8:16 pm

    The story is detailed, interesting to read and propels a drama with suspense. I would love to see the story continue as a mange/comic that unfolds a person who has been brainwashed. Keeping the momentum with different authors is an awesome way to see words throb to life. I would have liked to have seen the man’s receding hair and a bloodstained shirt, but that’s just me. The art style is nicely crafted to the mood of a man having a look of despair. Beautifully done.

  2. Denise Carey-Costa
    October 20, 2013 at 8:16 pm

    What a poignant story. The way it is written you feel empathy for the protagonist on his journey to nowhere and the sad news that he is a victim of Alzheimer’s. A story many with elderly parents can relate to.

  3. October 20, 2013 at 9:09 pm

    The note could have been placed there by anyone attempting to cover up a more sinister reason for his problems. I would like to see the story continue too, as Victor mentioned. I imagine that his coffee sat untouched in the cupholder of his train seat. That would explain how he continued feeling drowsy through an entire day, and his initial craving for it, gone unmet as his brain attempted to save itself from the caffeine-trigger that snapped him back into a role he never wanted.

    I have been interested in brainwashing and brain damage since highschool when I used Occam’s Razor to start letting go of cult-like beliefs I had been holding. Who takes advantage of our tendency to crave certainty, and how? So I’m glad Victor mentioned brainwashing. I hadn’t thought of it.

  4. October 21, 2013 at 4:30 pm

    I had a moment of déjà vu when I read the bit of wording about Alzheimer’s that was on the note, perhaps I have something in common with our protagonist.

    Regardless of the direction this particular story went, I found intrigue in being limited to writing a small part of a short story, without having input regarding others’ contributions. I I have never been a part of a story without exactly collaborating with the other writers involved, and I wonder if we will find it possible to build chemistry in such a way. I look forward to finding out.

    Thank you to Emii-Sama for the artwork and to all of the writers for participating and offering great feedback. Special thanks to Ernest for putting this together.

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