I’ve picked the perfect time, the platform is almost deserted.
I want to climb down, put my hand on the track like we used to do as kids, feel the vibrations as the train approaches.
I hear a low rumble in the distance. I imagine that I see the rails moving, the stones they lay in quivering.
The high pitched scream begins that you can’t really hear.
I feel it.
I see the train, it’s coming fast. It isn’t scheduled to stop here. It’s passing straight through. That’s why I’ve chosen this moment.
I time it perfectly, two long strides, and I leap.