Making Connections

Making connections

We had known each other for a long time now, and been friends for most of it. We'd had fun together on the lost nights of drunken stupidity, and together we had faced the various trials of life as best we could. Yet still as we sat on the train platform, just us two, the rest of the group dispersed, conversation ran dry. We had already complained about the train delay, and now we sat divided by an awkward silence.
Behind me hill clashed on the horizon; fields and trees as far as the eye could see, where they met with the calming blue sky. Infront of me lay the rusted iron and rotted wood of the tracks, and beyond them a mundane, delapadated train station. A creamy-beige colour that had once been white engulfed the building, with small details picked out in a dull green.
Like Hercules lashing out at the Hydra, I decided to fight the silenve and struck at it, commenting how they always paint buildings such depressing sickly colours. My comrade chuckled at his idea of a red, black and purple train station: "Please stand back behind the purple line, train now approaching", and then silence invaded our world again. I recalled that when Hercules severed one of the Hydra's heads, they grew back three fold. It isn't enough to keep the silence at bay, you myst sever the Hydra's heads and burn the wounds shut, to be rid of it completely. A fleeting topic would never be enough, we needed some common grond to carry our friendship past the barbed gates if these silences.
I looked around again. On the side of the platform where I was sitting, the splendiour of nature's boundless beauty ran free, and on the other side the small suburb where I live, fronted by the decaying structure of a once modern train station. I though of the old "other side of the tracks" phrase, and how well it applied here. A world of depression and decay, and a world of freedom and growth, seperated by such a small divide, and connected by a small bridge above the tracks. This was our common ground. Our once modern friendship was decaying like the station, and we had to find a sturdy, lasting bridge to caryy us to the beauty and freedom of a lasting friendship.


Ahem. It had an ending, but I didn't like it, so sorry that it just ends with no resolution.