This story is copyrighted by me. This story is also for Alexis Seifret's Birthday Celebration so why would you steal someone's birthday gift you big meanie?
This story is inspired by the Elvis song, "Mystery Train", lyrics of which can be found here-http://isuisse.ifrance.com/cd-elvis-presley-com-elvis-king/baselyrics/ mystery_train.html
For Alexis' birthday I tried to write a story that I thought Alexis would write if she had the time and the Elvis inclination. Happy Birthday Alexis!
"Mystery Train" By Shon Richards
The train I rode was sixteen coaches long. That's all I really knew for sure about the mystery train. Oh I knew it goes more places in a single night than is possible. I knew it used to stop outside my house every moonless night until my curiosity compelled me to board it one lucky night. I also knew that some nights the coaches are from the Victorian era while on other nights the cars are sleek and modern. But those details changed fluidly from time to time like characteristics in a dream. All I really knew was that the train she rides is sixteen coaches long.
I should mention Jane. There are no conductors or attendants but there was always Jane. The first time I boarded that train and every time I was on board, she was there. Tall, willowy and very pale, she was never timid. She welcomed me onto the train with a firm handshake and a smirking smile. I asked her what she knew about the train but she would tell me nnothing except that the train she rides is sixteen coaches long.
The train speed through great forests and a barren dessert that first night. We passed the time talking about books and types of honey. Jane was very smart and often funny in a self-deprecating kind of way. We ate a meal in a dining car that had no waiters. She asked a lot about me, but never offered anything about herself. I didn't pry. It was enough just to be with her.
In the morning the train stopped at my house. I was reluctant to debark. Jane assured me that the train would return. I watched the long black train take Jane away and I wonder if it would ever come back again.
I went to work despite being up all night. For some reason I was never tired. It was as if I had slept the night after all. There were times that day (and many days afterwards) when I wondered if it was all a dream.
The next night, the train came around the bend. The train came every night from then on. Every time I saw it, my heart leaped and for eight months I don't think I slept a single night. It was okay. I had Jane and she was better than any dream.
We traveled to different lands every night. One time we went through a frozen wonderland where pale bears played by a lake. Another night we passed through a strange city where the lights were all green. Some nights, other people would board and Jane would greet each one as warmly as she greeted me. She would let them off in other lands and sometimes check up on them. I was the only one she picked up every night though. I hoped it was because of love.
It might sound odd to fall in love with such a mysterious woman on such a mysterious train but I did. Jane never talked about herself but her body did. There was the scar below her chin and the story it suggested. There was the limp in her left leg and the twice broken wrist. There was the way she would laugh too loudly at times and then suddenly stop. I asked her many questions as we fell in love but the only thing she would say about herself was that the train she rode was sixteen coaches long.
Jane loved me. I thought. I thought she did the first night we made love. As the mystery train speed through foreign plains, Jane mounted me and the slapping of our thighs was louder than the clacking of the wheels. We kissed each other in new places and that was when I found the scar over her right nipple and the burn over her buttock. The train smelled of sex when I disembarked that morning and it wasn't until the afternoon that I realized that she never said she loved me.
The next night we made love again but still she didn't say she loved me. Jane also wouldn't answer any more questions. The privilege of her body didn't allow me any secrets. Again, I didn't mind. It was enough to know that I was the only one she allowed on board. Every time I saw the train coming round the bend, I would whisper with pride cause she was mine all mine. I always assumed that she would reveal her secrets one day if I were worthy or patient enough.
We made love in every one of those sixteen coaches. I kissed between her thighs during a hour long trip through a tunnel. She pulled me into her on one of the sleeping bunks and when we had made love, we laid together like husband and wife while talking about things I can't remember. During one long journey through a rain forest, Jane knelt between my legs and wouldn't let me rise for the entire night.
Can you fall in love with a secret? I knew nothing about her except that she made me laugh and glow when she was around. I was a better person for knowing her. I was more alive and my earlier existence felt false and mundane. Jane never told me who she was or how she got her long list of scars but I didn't care. My girl never told me how she found this long black train or if she could control where it goes but it didn't matter. When I looked at that long scar on her chin, I knew why she rode the train. That was all I needed to know about that sixteen-coach train.
One day, I came aboard the train with a small box. Jane's eyes turned to tears when I opened it. She didn't let me put the gem on her finger. I told her that we could stay forever on the train if she wanted. We could move into my house if she preferred. Anything she wanted I would have offered but she refused. She asked me to give her time to think about it.
I knew. I knew when that long black train had taken my baby that it was gone forever.