Walking the Rails

Another 100 word story.

Pretty much sums up the days I've been having wondering how life can be very different for some people.  Is it envy?  Well I can't lie that the green-eyed monster does show up at times, but I've always been taught not to let it control me or dictate my actions.

Or so I thought until the past few days.

It's tough being a working student, sometimes I wonder if it's worth it when the world throws a curve ball at you.

Enjoy.

*picture is originally from http://www.theguardian.com/books/2013/mar/18/wilderness-sarah-hall-short-story

02/11/2014 (Tuesday)- Walking the Rails

               I was on the other side of the tracks looking for the meaning of life, through amber bottled lenses, seeing the colors of God’s green earth in a whole new light. 

               And I wondered about the disparity between the green grass, and their yellow brothers: thirsty, hungry, dying in the sun. 

               Train tracks being the only separation:  one side healthy, the other not so much.  I empty the bottle filled with introspection, tossing its empty glass body to join the others on the yellow-side of the tracks.  Them poor yellow things.

               I found myself smiling.

               The green grass smiled back.