trolley problem

silver tears streak across the horizon. bare backs shilt the weight of travellers they can only cry to each other, screeching for companionship - as they grow hot under a cloud - less sky than later in that day when it was pouring and they couldn't see blitzing across the grassland when ERCH the pair embrace and a toppled trolly not so far down the way- there - right there! I think I hear someone screaming! There might be survivors "it happened so fast - we just derailed"

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