Summary
Dawn bleeds over the rickety trestles as a caravan of the half-awake—laconic conductors, fishwives cradling squawking hens, a child star with ringlets like spun moonlight, and a lovesick motorman—descend upon the embankment where the 5:15 exhales soot and promise. Each clattering car becomes a rolling confessional: a war-bride hides a piglet in her gunnysack, a spinster nurses a corsage of paper violets, a puffed-up guard flirts with catastrophe while juggling milk cans and matrimonial dreams. Iron wheels hammer out syncopated heartbeats; somewhere between the third rail and the horizon, bundles burst, babies howl, livestock bolt, and the whole raucous opera of yearning ricochets through cigar haze and cinder snow. By the time the locomotive sighs into dusk, every soul aboard has bartered a slice of yesterday for the perilous currency of tomorrow, leaving only the echo of steam and the metallic lullaby of couplers to testify that the journey—messy, tender, absurd—was ever more than a rumor in the smoke.
Synopsis
The sorrows and joys of those who must catch the 5:15 with their bundles and babies, not to speak of livestock.
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