Jesse Infinity Train Novels & Stories

Beecher obviously had his eyes trained on it too as he veered the car towards it. They approached to find the fossils of a train. Lurching to one side in places, the train appeared to have been sitting for decades. Blue, the color of Aquina’s hair, had been graffitied in places in words no one could decipher. The tracks beneath the train had decayed and railroad ties poked up in random places in the sand. “There’s more rust here than on our old jalopy,” Aquina heckled as she gestured to their borrowed car.

I say at last. “Is she on a bus, maybe?” Jaeger asks. “At the speed she’s going, I’d guess a train.” Jaeger sits back, and in the rear view mirror, I can see him taking out his phone. Everyone’s quiet, each of us busy with our own thoughts. The roar of the engine and the whoosh-whoosh of the tyres on the tarmac barely drown out the tickety-tickety of Jaeger rapidly typing something on his phone.

The whole train was equipped with enclosed vestibules between cars instead of open platforms, a relatively new feature that permitted passengers to walk from car to car without being exposed to the elements. To Evelyn, it was a masterwork of beauty, power and worldly elegance. A large warm hand closed around hers, and Evelyn startled, looking wide-eyed into the disapproving scowl of Mr. James. “Come along, Miss Moore. There’ll be time to indulge your mechanical and technological curiosity once we’re checked in and our luggage is on board.” Disappointed and childishly unrepentant, Evelyn clutched his hand and kept pace with his long strides with rushed shorter steps of her own until they reac