On a Shuttle to Nowheresville (5.12.2012)

“Arriving at NoWheresVille in 5 minutes!” 

I look out the window, my head bouncing against the window as we go through a particularly bad patch of wind. 

The trees whipped past at an incredible rate. I was excited to go home to Nowhere. But, at the same time … I dreaded it. I didn’t have a true reason. I couldn’t shake it.  

Stepping off the train, I look around. Inhale the scent of home. With a screaming of wheels on metal the train sped away. 

I look around, it’s empty. 

No one lives in Nowheresville. 

Empty wind screams through empty houses.