The Morning Wish 

There arose from the underneath of her things a silent smoke, curling into
 itself while it lifted, careful as to not allow its presence know to the fellow 
passengers. It hung low like a white snake just above the handles of her 
sewing bag  curling west there in the brown leather skin to have a bit of a listen.
	
	" Tickets please," the man with the round hat and false moustache asked.
 It seemed, to her at least, that he was possibly trying to make conversation
 and not at all presuming she was without the proper boarding pass. 
She offered him a biscuit in lieu of a ticket so as to make him feel welcome and
 politely asked how his mother was getting on. He seemed bewildered at fist at 
her candidness and was beginning to form a response yet held a moment , as he
 did not know quite how to reply. Then suddenly he turned and left as though he 
had forgotten something terribly urgent elsewhere. She shrugged and returned to
 the business of counting the birds that had  alighted on the wires outside. She quickly
 grew tired at about twenty-five-big-black-birds-all-in-a-row and closed her eyes to make 
this mornings wish.

	 She had become very frustrated at how less often she was remembering to offer 
each morning a wish. She had forgotten twice this week so in hopes of finding
 equilibrium she decided to add a little umph to today's. But three snaps of her fingers 
and  only half an eye rotation was as far as she got into the ritual as the wind seemed to
 rush instantly in to her face at the moment. The door of her cabin slid shut behind a
 not so elegantly dressed man  with a turban wrapped around his head. There were bits 
of gold jewelry hanging from gold chains around him that caught the light and threw 
it in her eyes. "AH." he said with convictions as she sat mouth agape watching him slide
 into the seat across from her. " Do you know what day it is?" he asked not so much
 looking for an answer but waiting to see her face search for one. "Tuesday?" she said in
 a mousešs voice a little wry that this stranger was leaning a bit too close for comfort.
 His eyes wide and gleaming, he sat motionless for a few good moments before exclaiming, 
" Yes!" with a satisfied grin falling back in his chair eyes wild. And so he said not another 
word from his Cheshire grin for the rest of that entire minute.

	Goodness she thought wherever did they find him that hat? You would think they 
would have found him something a bit more dashing under those circumstances, though 
on second thought, her profile did call for whimsical delight. She watched him carefully not 
sure if she should progress with the rest of the prepared words. She could back out now, pick 
up her things and be done with it, slink off the train as easily as she had snuck on. But there 
was precious moments to be had moments that she could pack away in the crowded sewing 
kit in her mind to be taken out and shown in times of less precious moments. An as regret
 was a town she had not booked for her journey, she found herself blowing these words across
 to him like bubbles on the still air. "Knife bumble, weed marker, escapade, tic...tac...toe." 

	With this last word he sprang to life the gold lights flashing and jingling as he advanced her 
kissing her a bit too passionately about her shoulders and arms a machine gun with no one at 
the wheel. His turban fell back from his head unraveling in a long golden twist and revealed his 
plate to her. A shiny dome of pulsating lust-filled veins. "No," she said and pushed him back 
her eyebrows large checkmarks. He sat down slowly under his great dome, hairless and all wrong. 
His voice was no longer strong he sounded now like a man of miniature. " I didn't, uh. I thought maybe ,
o god itšs my hair isn't it?"

	 " Well no I just, " but her voice trailed off into the woods as she didn't have any reason to lie.
 One of the black birds flew by the window. She held like a great boulder on tiptoes waiting for 
the right direction to fall. Instead she looked down at her feet where there was a great concentration 
of white smoke billowing from her satchel. By now the acid has probably almost eaten entirely 
through its vial and there were but a few breaths before it would reach the contact solution. 

	 She leapt from the cabin and ran down the corridor like a rushing tree past cabin windows. The man
 in the round hat and false moustache was fast approaching with other men in round hats yelling for 
tickets at the tops of their lungs. The turban less dome appeared from the back door. his pants around 
his ankles running in a waddling gait gold chains jingling after her screaming " I can put it back on.
 I can put it back on." before being subdued by the hats and mustaches. Flames erupted from the
 back door amid the acrid white smoke filling the corridor with fury and the sound of hushed heat.

	She ran past windows that held occupants in various states of dress. There was a man with a bird head 
rubbing the feet of a naked undulating woman. Here was another with a paper pirate hat in full copulation, 
slowly their cries would be panic as the fire rushed towards them-- feathers and beads and glass moving 
in ways not of their own orgasmic gyrations moved to tears and laughter to indecision as what was really 
here and what was really show.

	There is screeching now as metal pulls on metal for comfort and the train slows to a halt. She is watching
 it from the hill at the edge of the woods, black and white smoke reaching up to the sky as a mass of men 
and women file from the train unsure as to what to do next. 

	 She was without her things though it didnšt mater to her much. There would be things to be  found in the
 next city. She should follow dirt paths that led to flowing water that crossed roads until she found her way there. 
There in that city there were many precious moments waiting to be had, many people who would wait and 
fawn on unprepared words gentle delicate and ripe for the talking. The black birds were circling the smoke 
as she snapped her fingers and rolled her eyes, wishes made under short breaths before slipping into the 
thicket that would grant them.