Leaving Violet Town

The boy sits alone
while the carriage fills
around him. It's a V-line,
a long haul, thundering
into morning.

Barely legible,
a chipped sign fades
and Violet Town falls away.

He retreats to a paperback
kingdom, while oblivious
wheels devour miles.
Sometimes his eyes rise
to watch the landscape
grind from here to there.

Terminus halogen holds the night
at bay as a voiceover calls
passengers awake.

At journey's end,
crisp air whispers
possibility. Behind him,
doors hiss shut. Ahead,
a turnstile beckons.

by Ryan Stone

First published in Writers’ Forum Magazine issue 159, December 2014

Image courtesy of tongdang at FreeDigitalPhotos.net 


  1. I am impressed by the rhythm of your language and your choice and combination of words which makes me read this again and again. Well done.

  2. Thank you for your thoughtful comments, Joy. You made my day :)


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