Day: October 14, 2025

The Kent City Mutations

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Writober Photo challenge t: MUTATIONS

AI Artwork by CURSEJOURNEY

June 2020 Kent Washington USA

 Five years ago my  train was following another train that struck someone on the tracks.

By the time our train pulled forward, we could see the victim’s poor, mutilated remains laying along side the tracks-I was  sitting next  to the window and people kept trying to lean over my lap to get a peak and snap a picture at the remains.

People can be awful, but when someone is trying to lean over you to snap a picture of a torso and they’ re saying thinks like ” oh that is so cool”  awful is a word that doesn’t quite cover the moment-or the person in it.

Just in case you don’t know, I will   fess up and say I am morbid, I am macabre .

With that being said, I am willing to bet that there isn’t a demon in Hell who giggles and bounces around like a ‘tweener at a pop concert at the sight of a horrific death- but on this day that was what these “people” were doing.

It would be easy to say that these people in the photos belong, or some of the passengers on my train that day were mutations- but I’m starting to think that maybe that is just the way they are-all of the time.

The Gathering of vultures- forced back to the curb when the police showed up.

Some of them ran back to their houses and got lawn chairs to sit on when the removal began.

Photo A.M. Moscoso

The people in this picture were walking through the weeds and brush looking for body parts, and when they found some they started to take pictures.

Photo A.M. Moscoso

The person in white had to cross the tracks behind our car in and ended up on both sides of the train- the other person pointed out the remains and a small crowd of people would race to what he pointed to with their phones.

The guy in the back perfectly captures the essence of the Human Vultures- see below:

Photo A.M. Moscoso

He stood on a stump eating his food from a styrafoam container and gleefully pointing to places along the tracks  where body parts were while hopping from foot to foot on his perch.

Photo A.M. Moscoso

Just when I think people can’t sink any lower, someone grabs a backhoe, fires that baby up and proves me wrong.

The Quiet Commuter

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Writober Prompt: THEY SAID IT WOULD MAKE OUR LIVES EASIER

I ride the same train to and from work five days a week.

I  take the same seat next to the window near the middle of the car  so I  can charge my phone, God knows why I hardly ever get calls or texts.

I suppose I do that because it’s what one does and when one is in public- one makes the effort to belong.

One day a new passenger got on the train and of all the seats she could have taken, she took the one in front of me.

She smiled.

I did not because it didn’t matter what I said or did. I doubt if she even really saw me.

The new person, phone in hand gave the screen  a little swipe with her finger and then she disappeared, as most people do, into the small screen.

New people chat or shift around in their seats and end up being a distraction.

I don’t like to be distracted and I like my quiet-I wasn’t always such a solitary creature. I suppose I evolved into one.

As per my custom, I  take my book out of my backpack and found my place. You see I read real books with paper pages because I like the feel of them in my hand. They are solid, they smell good and most of all they ground me here and hold me here like an anchor would hold a boat or ship in place  in a stormy sea.

At exactly 4:12 just before the doors close the usual passengers pile in and claim their seats and as if they were performing some sort of dance together, they all sit and take out their phones and swipe the screens at the exact same moment and like the woman in front of me they disappear into their phones, into their own little worlds.

I am alone now, in the car I ride every single day to and from work- sometimes I wonder where they all go when they jump through those little screens but I’ve never been curious enough to follow them.

Photo by Erik on Pexels.com

Choices

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I could try drinking one of those over priced fancy coffees that cost 10.00 a throw

I could try one of those recipes I’ve seen in my FB feed that involve something from the freezer section, whipped cream and crushed off brand vanilla cookies.

I could attempt a trip to Walmart.

OR

I could gouge my eyes out with a  dull rusty knife loaded with bacteria and the remains of other gouged out eyeballs.

Choices, choices, choices.

Oh for Pete’s sake,

somebody hand me that rusty knife.

AI Artwork by Cursejourney