{"id":695,"date":"2021-10-24T18:42:13","date_gmt":"2021-10-24T13:12:13","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thetoad.in\/?p=695"},"modified":"2021-10-31T11:13:23","modified_gmt":"2021-10-31T05:43:23","slug":"sarahs-train","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thetoad.in\/index.php\/2021\/10\/24\/sarahs-train\/","title":{"rendered":"Sarah\u2019s Train"},"content":{"rendered":"

Autumn had set in Aas, a village hidden somewhere in the southern half of the globe.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

Trees looked more yellow than green, about a fortnight away from turning blood-red to nude.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

As far as the sight could go, the rice fields were left barren by the fresh harvest.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

None of it was a treat for the eyes.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

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Aas, along with all of its inhabitants, was preparing for its typical long, harsh winter. Everything was turning colourless and dry. Everyone carrying a frown.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

Sarah, however, was happy, because she could march through the fields to stand right next to the railway track.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

She loved doing it every year, between the bloom in the fields in summers and the winters\u2019 first snowfall. <\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

For her, the harvest meant she could have the fields all to herself. <\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

There she stood right in the middle of one of them. A pigtailed 7-year-old figure looking west to catch a glimpse of the approaching train.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

Chug, Chug, Choo, Choo!<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

She heard the sound. Her heartbeat matched the sound.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

As the train came closer, the wind made her pink frock rise in the air.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

Sarah chuckled in excitement.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cCan we go now?\u201d asked her mother, who stood behind her, patiently watching her excitement.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cWhere does this train go, Ma?\u201d she asked, still looking at the train chugging past her.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cIt goes everywhere.\u201d<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cWhere do these passengers go?\u201d<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cThey go to work. They go home. They go shopping. They can go wherever they want.\u201d<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cHmm!\u201d<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

Sarah ended the conversation without any words.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

She held her mother\u2019s hand and walked home, where dinner tasted better than usual and sleep came quickly to her.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

She knew what the next day was going to bring: another opportunity to cross the fields to watch the train.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

But her mother woke her up early in the morning.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cMa, let me sleep. It is Sunday,\u201d pleaded Sarah.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cWe are going somewhere.\u201d<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cWhere?\u201d<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cTown.\u201d<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

Sarah jumped out of her bed.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cAre we taking the train?\u201d<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cHmm!\u201d answered her mother, with a smile.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

Sarah hugged her tightly and rushed to prepare for the trip.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

A horse cart awaited them at the gate to take them to the train station.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

As Sarah stepped onto the train, she could not believing what was really happening. <\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

The train soon began to move.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

Choo, Choo, Chug, Chug!<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

Sarah could feel her heartbeat.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

She looked out the window to see the barren fields of Aas.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

She smiled and kissed her mother.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

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