Anyway thinking about posting it once I have a more focused plan with the story. I'm using it more to experiment with my writing style and see what I like while also working on an idea I've had rattling around in the back of my mind since the early stages of writing The Moon
Some minutes later, a locomotive cut the car in half, killing my father instantly. When to brakemen jumped from the halted train, they saw a woman standing—dazed but erect—beside a mangled machine; with blood "spouting" (as the older said to me) out of her head.