Panoply

by Derrick Della Giorgia

The panting of the train came from overhead. F searched below the basil plants, far down between the parked cars, beyond the buildings; it still came from up high. Was the train sailing into the clouds and cleaving the candied sky? Its coughing - the iron it was spitting - kept falling down on him, all around him. He went inside and watched the balcony to see if anything changed. Another ridiculous thing was that he had to vocalize a high-pitch moan, or sink into his body.

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Derrick Della Giorgia was born in Italy and currently lives between Manhattan and Rome. His short stories have been published in several anthologies. You can visit him here.