The Vultures

As he was getting into the train, he couldn’t feel it immediately. The taxi had passed strangely while he had been hailing it. He couldn’t find the reason yet. Neither did he want to commute in that capsuled tins full of smelling dreadful passengers, nor preferred the speed of traveling underground to get natural light while being stuck in rush hour. As a matter of fact, he hated the tubes but he was traveling with it unexpectedly. He felt something as he was passing the aisle, something deep in his heart which he wasn’t able to realize what it was. Something strange had been flowing through the passengers and the environment among them. The train started moving fast suddenly as the man was trying to get used to air filled with the smell of iron, glass, drops of cold sweat evaporating in the hot weather...

He sat down on the first vacant seat which was found as he was looking around. His eyes were locked in the air meanwhile his whole body was being captured with that dull cloudy feeling. When he was watching the people in front of him to distract his attention from the situation, at a glance the background of the train’s window became dark because of flickering lights of tunnel and he could see the face of the girl sitting near him. By the time, he knew miraculously that was the thing which had made him anxious and troubled like this. All of the details of her face was recorded in his memory. Then he was able to watch the young lady’s hewed leg covered with jean and her honey – colored glassy playful hair dangling out of her scarf. It seemed that he had met the girl before. He didn’t hear her voce but he could remember vividly what its tune looked like. He knew all of this signs but he wasn’t able to describe what they were coincidentally.

He recalled surprisingly that he had seen the girl when he had been getting into the train. She was with a buddy, her lover maybe. But he had lost her as he had been passing through the aisle. Something strange was alerting him that the girl was thinking about him too.

He was immersing in his thoughts when the train braked and his head hit the bar near the seat. “Damn me! I should never have taken the train” he whispered as he was picking the fallen bag up. He did get bored and anxious by the whole stuff and wasn’t curious as the other passengers to try to find out whether there was an accident in the lines or not. He closed his eyes, wiped his horribly wet face from the sweat and started listening to the train moving smoothly again. As he was listening, he felt faint for no reason and fell asleep.

He was dreaming about his childhood. He was climbing a tree to hide himself from his parents. Suddenly, the girl appeared in the dream. He had been watching her legs in the train uninterruptedly, so he could recognize her legs certainly. He was so up of the tree that he wasn’t able to see anything except the girl’s legs covered in a jean. He was trying to descend from the tree and see her face again when he got waken up by a strong shaking unfortunately. It was the train which was entering a dark tunnel with lots of movements.  He opened his eyes as he was wiping his face from the sticky warm sweat covering his whole body. The flickering light of tunnel went off again and he could see himself in the window of the train;

His face full of blood, and two giant vultures sitting in the next seats waiting for him to die down.