Traintracks

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Romance  |  House: Booksie Classic


“Do you have your toothbrush?” my mother asks me for the thousandth time. Why is my dental hygiene the thing that plagues her mind the most? Not if I have my train ticket. Not that I will be working for a man she hardly knows. Not that I’m moving in with a man I hardly know. No, it’s whether or not my teeth will go rotten that stops her from sleeping at night.

 

“Yes, but I’ve left my dignity at home.” I sigh, she sighs but the cause of our sighs are juxtaposing. “You’ll be fine. You might even end up enjoying the work. You know we need the money.” We both know she is justifying this to herself more than to me. Whilst my brothers are free minded miners my vagina has landed me with a lifelong job as a maid. The silence that follows is tangible but she deserves my silence. “Right I’ll be off now.” She pats my back where a normal mother would suggest a hug and her lean figure slowly disappears into the musty crowds clustering the station.

 

Right, so the way I see the rest of this short story is I have two options.

 

1) I sit on the train among the other passengers contemplating the impending dooms that this train will lead them to. The train drags me south of everything I’m used to. When it stops I search for my employer. He certainly didn’t win the biological lottery “but he’s rich” my mother assured me before meeting him. The woman who raised me’s heart is clearly always in the right place. “You must be Rosie.” We walk to his house which will soon be my place of occupation, filled with his mess I’ll have to tend to but atleast I’ll have my own tooth brush. Nothing screams home like a toothbrush.

 

But if that option was too boring for you how about this second one:

 

2) I wait five minutes. I then walk to another platform and visualise what my life as a maid would be like. Probably lots of dirty socks, dirty dishes and a dirty man. Who said there are no perks to patriarchy? I then write a letter to my mother. I wait for my future train to come: the one I’ve chosen. As it sounds louder and louder, my diverted future getting closer and closer, I rise to my feet, heart rushing with excitement, I hold my breath and jump onto the track. Letting its weight take me to a destiny I chose for myself. For a few days my mother will think I’m observing her financial requests at my personal expense. That fantasy will soon be ruined by my letter reading “my teeth weren’t the only things you shoulda cared about because now a lot more of me is rotting-R.”

 

It’s really up to you and your mood which path I should take but please think about more than my teeth when choosing.


Submitted: May 07, 2020

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