Saturday, October 9, 2010
A description of travelling on the main trunk line from Wellington to Auckland.
Then followed the dimly-lit, meat-pie journey to Auckland, in a shelf-like top bunk ... Breath soot-high; voices when the train stopped, voices sharp and clear as footsteps walking the platform of the station; steam clouding like cotton wool; heavy-eyed sleep, eyelids sealed with specks of soot. Then early morning, cold clothes with too many arm and feet holes, a fawn railway-coloured, blanket-coloured biscuit; tea; a newspaper. And then, at the end of the jolting heaving journey ... a slow, measured halting, and in the scatter of people waiting, promising cars and warm homes, crying welcome from Auckland Station.
From 'State of Seige' by Janet Frame
Posted by Ms Gain at 2:25 AM