I stuck my head out a wee bit more and peeked at the dragon’ head. The night split with the glow from its head. A blurred landscape whistled by and grit got into my eyes, watering a little. The light glinted on the wires strung on the poles like a swarm of fireflies and embers in rushing pell-mell out of a blender sans the lid.
I wedged my foot a bit more firmly and craned my neck to see the dragon rush headlong on its serpentine trajectory. Here I saw the head and then again the nape of the neck as the dragon writhed to either side as it sped along. The speed and movement made the sides into streaks of blue, red, and white blended into the night’s inky horizon. The vibration shook the earth and frightened stones scuttled away behind us.
The movement slowed. The distant bluish glow grew in intensity and definition as I smelt the brakes grinding in to the polished steel. We slowed even more and coasted in to the station. I got off the steps and moved back in to train compartment as a portly man irritably craned his neck and pushed me with this protruding belly and luggage to try and squeeze onto the platform.
