“That answers one question.”
“What is that, dear?” asks the kind-eyed, matronly woman seated closest to me. We’re cozy in comfy chairs, watching the worlds speed by outside.
“I always wondered if there would be trains in heaven, to get us from place to place.”
“How could there not be?” she asks.
I smile, close my eyes, lay back. Maybe I’ll wake up in my hospital bed, still in pain. Maybe I really am in heaven listening to the clack of wheels instead of the beep of machines. Either way, I’m ready for whatever happens next.
I love trains. This picture brought back so many memories of time in Europe spent traveling from place to place on a train. If there is life after death, I hope it has trains. Either way, I love the Deathly Hallows (Harry Potter series) image of the afterlife as a giant train station, where you get decide where to go next.
This is my post for Friday Fictioneers. Thanks Brenda and Rochelle for the prompt. Hope everyone has a great week!