Railways were an elaborate hoax

One day Kaitlin met a boy in the pub – they had lots in common including their love of Japanese wood-cuts. He fell in love with her but was unable to say it. To show his feelings without using words he arranged a weekend retreat. She said there was no way to get there since they didn’t own a car. He suggested the train. ‘Trains don’t exist,’ she said. He thought it was a joke at first. ‘My mother doesn’t believe in them and I can’t change who I am’. He tried to explain how the train worked, he showed her books about trains but she said she didn’t like reading them and claimed the pictures of railways were an elaborate hoax. If he pushed she got angry. He tried to find a point in her life where she might have seen a train but it seemed she’d spent her entire life avoiding situations with trains in them. He went away for the weekend on his own and knew that when he got back the relationship would be over – not because she didn’t believe in trains but because she didn’t think she could change who she was.

– Benjamin F Jones

About Graphite Bunny

I am a writer working in South Wales (UK). I love pizza, photography and moist clay. When it rains I catch drops in my open mouth. I create poetry, flash, absurdist snapshots and humorous fiction.
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9 Responses to Railways were an elaborate hoax

  1. Phil Canon says:

    Love this. Simply told and beautiful. It’s not easy to fit so much in so few words…

  2. jonth says:

    This piece works beautifully, from its perfect surface through all the layers I can see.

    • Thank you very much. I am making quite a collection of mental health pieces at the moment. I did a whole bunch on grief and loss some of which are incredibly painful for the reader and probably not blogworthy.

  3. A brilliant illustration, and so true of some people.

  4. Angie says:

    Very nice, I love it

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