She stood on the train tracks and smiled for the camera.
Her mother had wanted portraits done of her.
A breeze blew and the camera clicked as she brushed the hair out of her face.
Suddenly a horn blared.
The train was coming rapidly down the tracks.
"Come over here. Come off the tracks." he mother called.
The photographer moved swiftly, collecting her few items.
She stood still on the tracks watching the train.
"Hurry! Get off the tracks!" her mother called again.
She closed her eyes and held her arms out like wings.
"What are you doing? Get off the tracks!"
I want to die. she thought.
The horns were blaring and the engine was chugging.
A sudden impact to her chest and a hard landing.
"I want to die! Just let me die!" she screamed when she realized she was in her mother's arms.
The train was speeding past them.
The girl closed her eyes tightly as she sobbed and wailed.

"Good. I think we're done here." said the photographer.
The girl opened her eyes. She was standing on the tracks. Her mother was on the side.
They smiled at each other and moved to the next location.