Rewind ( A fictional story )

                                                                           REWIND
                                                                By;  Jessica   Singleton

                                            A   fictional   story   that   will   never   happen.



Mr.  Tel woke up to the sound of his old Benson Alarm clock going off.  It sounded like a rotary dial telephone going off in his ear.  He did not sleep well the night before.   So the sound of bells in his ears almost made him throw up.  

It is hard to sleep when you are nervous.  Mr. Tel had every reason to be nervous.  This job interview meant the world to him.  He got up and he showered.  The only thing that sounded tolerable for breakfast was black coffee and silence.

It was raining sheets of water outside.  Mr. Tel took a cab to the train station.  Then he bought a newspaper from a vending machine.  
The train station looked like something out of a black and white movie.  Everyone was in  a white button up shirt or a black trench coat.  No color at all to the grey day.
When Tel took his seat on the train, there was a woman with a tea cart who ask him, if he needed anything.
She only had coffee and tea.  Frank Tel had already had one cup of coffee but he needed the caffeine.  So he bought a cup of black coffee from her.
She served his coffee in a glass cup that sat on a tiny plate.  Frank heard the tinniest sound behind him.
He turned around to see an old man sitting alone.  The older man was gibbering to himself.  He was almost shaking.  Frank had to go to the bathroom.
He got up and he walked toward the center isle.  When he came near the older man, he stopped to smile at him.  Tel slightly looked down to see, the older man was reading a paper that was scribbled words.

The cart lady came up and she said,

" Oh Mr.  What did you need?  You really should not be out of your seat. "

" I am sorry.  I needed to find a bathroom and ....  this man is talking to himself.  Is he okay? "

" That man is reading a newspaper.  He is fine.  The bathroom is  that way. "

" I am sorry.  Thank you. "

Frank went to the bathroom.  Then he walked back to his seat.  When he got back to his box car, the older man was sitting there waiting on him.  Frank took a seat on the other side of the man.  The older man kept pointing at the newspaper and gibbering.  Then he just got up and left, but he gave Frank his newspaper.

Frank felt a jerky bump and then he woke up.  He was alone in his box car but he had the newspaper that the old man had left.  He must have dozed off for a few minutes.  Frank looked down at the paper and it was all blurry and scribbled up.  The date on the paper was two weeks out of date.  The paper was a future paper.

Frank looked down and the only thing readable was the obits.  It showed that Frank was dead.  That made him swallow hard.  Then the newspaper burst in white birds that took flight.

Frank stood up.  He needed to find the bathroom again.  Frank walked down the center isle and he started to hear industrial music.  He walked toward the end of the hall.
There was an old radio and a child playing with the nobs.  Most stations were static.  Then random talking from advertisements and then that music again.  It was Martin Gore electronic music.  Which Frank loved but ....  that had nothing to do with this day.

Then the child turned to look at Frank and the body was small enough to be a child but the face of the child was an old woman.

The voice that came out of that child was of a deep dark man.

" Did you need something Frank...ly....?  Try the coffee Mr.  In fact try the death pages. "

Frank backed away and he backed right up into the cart girl.

She smiled and her teeth looked like George Washington's wooden teeth with fangs.

" Mr. Tel did you need to use the bathroom again?  It is that way. I really will have to ask you take your seat now.  There is no tomorrow Frank.  So you will have to take your seat now. "

" No tomorrow.  Why ?  What does that mean exactly. "

" This train only has one destination.  And you will not go back.  You will only go forward. "

Frank looked out of the window and saw that the track was going to end soon.  He then saw a bunch of birds burst into flight from outside the window.

That is when Frank woke up.  He was at home in his bed.  He did not have a Benson clock.  He had a digital clock.  He stood up and he looked out of the window, only to see a group of birds take flight.

He did make his job interview and he made it home safe.
Just a bad dream.
Too much caffeine.
Not enough sleep.
and 
too many late night Albert Hitchcock movies.

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