Railroad Train to Heaven – Part XVIII
Mar 1st, 2010 | By Dan Leo | Category: Railroad Train To Heaven, SeriesI awoke the next morning feeling odd. Well, I should say, odder than usual.
I awoke the next morning feeling odd. Well, I should say, odder than usual.
I confess I turned away from Jesus, and my eyes closed of their own accord.
We went back in, through the kitchen, into the living room where the other three were still sitting around their wooden spool-table, listening to music, an old Negro man singing with a guitar.
It was a man’s voice. Behind me. I turned and saw Jesus, just sort of hovering there, right beyond the railing.
Her eyes, which seemed suddenly to have grown enormously, looked into mine. I felt as if I could fall into them.
“You’re a real man,” she said.
After a while the girls brought in dinner, a big bowl of spaghetti.
My new friends invited me to their so-called “pad” for dinner.
Sloshing in with the tide I saw a group of four people gathered round a little fire.
Now I wake each morning in my tiny attic room, I stretch and yawn, another glorious day of idleness awaits me.