Georgia

Georgia was on the train. She had been sitting thinking about a conversation she'd had years ago, with a young man named Sajit. Rather than reliving the conversation she actually had, she was thinking about what she should've said.

The train stopped at a small village. A street with a few shops and the lush gardens of what was a vicarage were in view. There were some young children, each with a handful of salt, placing it in a small pile on the ground.

A house in the village with candles in the window and ivy growing over it then exploded. This made Georgia remember she had been dancing a long forgotten dance, in a green dress she had bought from the charity shop.

In the train there was a cold chill, blowing slightly through the window. Georgia was thinking about a couple that were getting married, in a large spherical building. They each said their vows quietly and picked up frogs off the floor.

Her thoughts suddenly came alive, Sajit was there in front of her holding a long golden ribbon. 'I've got this for your hair,' he said. She quickly wondered if they would get married, then soon dismissed that thought.

She asked a man sitting opposite if he had the time. He looked at his watch, and said 'no.' so she looked out the window. Several rabbits were eating lettuce in a field. Then as the train moved along, a few women with axes were felling a tree.

'Trees have been falling all along this line recently,' murmured the man sitting opposite. 'The trees perceive gold dust caverns, *cough* *cough* where no one can breathe. Only through windows of silver frames do the rabbits eat lettuce!'

Moving to another seat Georgia knocked over a cup of coffee, it melted the table it was on. She got to another seat and pondered ponds. Ponds as deep as the oceans, teeming with life. A fish jumped from the pond and landed on her table.

'Hello,' said the child opposite. 'I noticed you have a fish on your table, is it yours?' he asked. His voice was raspy, also sounding like he had just seen a ghost. He was shaking vigorously like he was frightened.

'No, it somehow jumped out of my thoughts.' replied Georgia thinking that she rather should have said 'yes'�. Georgia now had a headache and did not want to hear the quivering child speak again.

'What's that mean? how?' queried the child. The child was old, he had seen many winters and lived a long time. How he managed to be a child, only a man who lived in a far away, in a hut, beneath the mountains knew.

In a pleasant voice the fish spoke. 'The seas are rising. So I rose with them, converting my gills into lungs along the way. I am Georgia's, yes, however far I can flop about.' The fish then played a tune on the trumpet sitting next the child.