Sound

A single sound can trigger a memory in an instant. Right this very moment I hear a train in the distance and I am transported back ten years. I'm sitting on the curb around the back of the shop out on Lancaster Ave with Carla. We are on a smoke break together and looking up at the night sky, at the twisted branches of the trees against the moonlight as the 9:10 roars past.
All these years later, that shop is gone. I've no idea whats become of Carla and I've given up smoking those Fantasia lights. But I still love the sound of a passing train.