[novella] Reflection on the Glass

The train was loud and bumpy. Due to their age, the rails should have belonged to a museum, not laid out on the ground, supporting thousands of tons of products, raw materials and hundreds of passengers each and every day. Looking out of the window, the hooded youth watched as fields, villages and lone trees flew by. He took out a small notepad that had "Make It Happen" printed on its hard cover, as well as a pen from his jeans' left pocket and began to write. "The train was loud and bumpy..."